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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1680 | 2022-04-27 17:08:51 | 78.13 | 97% |
| 93 | 2021-01-08 19:28:18 | 54.60 | 95% |