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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1437 | 2022-03-04 20:33:47 | 100.53 | 97% |
| 715 | 2021-01-26 20:08:52 | 81.25 | 97% |