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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2217 | 2023-09-06 07:26:06 | 141.30 | 99.7% |
| 939 | 2017-09-18 09:01:15 | 134.32 | 100% |