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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 913 | 2022-01-04 05:59:47 | 83.94 | 97% |
| 688 | 2021-06-04 04:42:45 | 74.67 | 96% |