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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1886 | 2023-09-02 11:48:42 | 58.72 | 96% |
| 1731 | 2022-10-09 14:39:34 | 58.26 | 95% |