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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 355 | 2023-05-20 23:51:22 | 61.73 | 94.1% |
| 230 | 2023-05-10 16:11:30 | 61.53 | 95% |