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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2069 | 2023-04-20 07:55:06 | 93.31 | 98% |
| 329 | 2023-03-19 11:45:40 | 97.20 | 98% |