Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2023-09-03 01:00:47 | 127.88 | 97.9% |
| 617 | 2023-08-30 21:30:44 | 113.57 | 98.5% |