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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 566 | 2021-09-01 22:43:04 | 74.13 | 97% |
| 311 | 2021-05-17 12:44:27 | 74.55 | 98% |