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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3594 | 2022-01-04 14:09:04 | 74.37 | 98% |
| 3202 | 2021-11-15 21:16:07 | 74.58 | 98% |