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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 938 | 2022-02-19 15:52:08 | 106.42 | 98% |
| 88 | 2020-10-26 17:40:12 | 87.58 | 98% |