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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3595 | 2022-07-29 02:09:55 | 105.91 | 98% |
| 2828 | 2021-08-28 03:58:54 | 100.31 | 98% |