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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 266 | 2023-05-08 20:59:30 | 83.06 | 98% |
| 237 | 2023-04-05 21:55:51 | 84.11 | 98% |