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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2997 | 2023-06-18 16:06:41 | 120.49 | 99% |
| 2711 | 2023-06-14 19:53:04 | 118.46 | 100% |