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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2607 | 2022-08-03 15:05:06 | 73.39 | 96% |
| 111 | 2021-11-24 05:08:49 | 84.97 | 98% |