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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4360 | 2023-11-01 12:00:36 | 98.66 | 97.9% |
| 2831 | 2021-08-29 14:13:48 | 81.43 | 96% |