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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4076 | 2022-12-22 23:55:07 | 104.84 | 98% |
| 575 | 2020-12-31 00:24:36 | 87.40 | 97% |