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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 567 | 2021-10-03 17:36:35 | 91.70 | 98% |
| 412 | 2021-08-16 17:02:00 | 84.03 | 97% |