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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1307 | 2021-11-16 13:16:55 | 76.54 | 96% |
| 783 | 2021-05-01 06:18:28 | 78.87 | 97% |