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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1756 | 2022-12-23 14:22:32 | 69.40 | 96% |
| 708 | 2022-01-26 10:48:30 | 54.25 | 93% |