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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1432 | 2022-01-31 17:43:04 | 46.55 | 95% |
| 1217 | 2022-01-22 14:34:35 | 41.84 | 95% |