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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2022-07-01 11:28:02 | 61.32 | 95% |
| 14 | 2022-06-16 10:30:15 | 47.68 | 94% |