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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2144 | 2023-05-14 11:56:01 | 78.29 | 98% |
| 1972 | 2023-04-22 11:02:18 | 75.88 | 98% |