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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1245 | 2021-07-24 19:29:15 | 101.66 | 97% |
| 1009 | 2021-05-07 09:24:10 | 77.43 | 94% |