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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1818 | 2021-08-23 07:21:18 | 64.34 | 98% |
| 1233 | 2021-05-12 20:39:10 | 49.44 | 94% |