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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1676 | 2023-09-08 07:33:29 | 56.65 | 94% |
| 1047 | 2023-01-11 19:52:39 | 60.43 | 95% |