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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 693 | 2022-03-26 11:15:10 | 78.15 | 99% |
| 164 | 2022-03-16 15:39:32 | 80.26 | 99% |