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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1352 | 2022-02-06 03:08:55 | 70.96 | 97% |
| 156 | 2020-10-24 02:30:31 | 59.17 | 97% |