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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6231 | 2022-09-24 05:35:31 | 133.60 | 100% |
| 5194 | 2021-08-10 18:56:21 | 125.41 | 98% |