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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 929 | 2023-04-11 10:22:05 | 62.58 | 94% |
| 128 | 2012-05-13 06:25:51 | 66.33 | 91% |