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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1342 | 2022-02-10 00:17:36 | 99.61 | 100% |
| 652 | 2021-03-14 21:08:23 | 84.36 | 99% |