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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2023-02-13 20:07:42 | 68.04 | 98% |
| 187 | 2023-01-20 12:41:39 | 55.63 | 96% |