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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6796 | 2023-08-26 13:34:00 | 98.59 | 96% |
| 1315 | 2021-11-26 21:24:22 | 79.54 | 96% |