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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1063 | 2023-09-30 13:11:19 | 116.48 | 99.1% |
| 173 | 2023-06-05 06:10:33 | 108.22 | 99% |