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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3042 | 2022-01-21 17:24:28 | 124.31 | 99% |
| 2064 | 2021-11-21 20:19:50 | 111.05 | 98% |