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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1736 | 2022-09-11 07:04:53 | 90.94 | 96% |
| 650 | 2021-04-23 14:04:02 | 87.92 | 97% |