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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8781 | 2022-01-12 16:26:24 | 88.98 | 99% |
| 1076 | 2020-11-09 16:46:53 | 68.32 | 98% |