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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5197 | 2022-04-30 21:34:06 | 131.97 | 97% |
| 4917 | 2022-04-04 01:42:18 | 147.37 | 98% |