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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 911 | 2022-01-07 00:21:09 | 81.63 | 98% |
| 847 | 2021-12-31 06:42:17 | 84.16 | 99% |