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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1959 | 2023-02-22 19:28:55 | 61.44 | 95% |
| 591 | 2022-11-30 17:28:25 | 48.89 | 96% |