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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1878 | 2022-10-08 16:32:52 | 99.22 | 97% |
| 1866 | 2022-10-06 21:26:20 | 96.49 | 98% |