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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 702 | 2022-05-01 19:00:31 | 92.67 | 98% |
| 138 | 2018-08-28 22:49:46 | 69.90 | 97% |