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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4109 | 2022-05-18 22:08:38 | 100.54 | 99% |
| 949 | 2017-11-01 21:13:47 | 67.46 | 97% |