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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2022-10-10 02:43:04 | 63.96 | 97% |
| 231 | 2022-04-11 19:01:07 | 57.10 | 96% |