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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 778 | 2021-10-11 18:30:44 | 44.57 | 94% |
| 228 | 2021-09-03 09:02:16 | 36.72 | 94% |