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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1978 | 2022-08-26 14:29:01 | 68.55 | 99% |
| 1499 | 2022-06-14 14:16:41 | 60.90 | 97% |