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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1352 | 2023-01-12 18:36:04 | 119.18 | 98% |
| 1290 | 2022-09-20 20:05:38 | 74.64 | 95% |