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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5918 | 2022-08-31 20:35:02 | 91.01 | 98% |
| 5006 | 2022-03-08 15:33:33 | 99.12 | 97% |