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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 88 | 2023-01-12 21:40:57 | 44.55 | 95% |
| 13 | 2022-09-29 20:43:57 | 41.35 | 95% |