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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1983 | 2022-07-27 14:03:33 | 73.05 | 96% |
| 503 | 2021-03-18 15:44:01 | 62.60 | 96% |