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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1075 | 2022-08-30 09:12:41 | 112.09 | 98% |
| 294 | 2022-07-03 04:34:59 | 81.24 | 95% |