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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3927 | 2022-12-08 15:50:56 | 62.64 | 95% |
| 1061 | 2022-08-24 22:40:47 | 48.20 | 95% |