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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4194 | 2018-01-27 03:31:22 | 157.96 | 98% |
| 2980 | 2018-01-12 00:29:36 | 145.53 | 96% |