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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2215 | 2018-12-29 06:31:15 | 117.37 | 97% |
| 503 | 2018-03-31 02:45:41 | 110.22 | 97% |