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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3820 | 2023-07-20 15:48:24 | 114.29 | 97% |
| 1168 | 2020-12-23 02:53:07 | 93.53 | 96% |