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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 952 | 2017-05-03 17:25:18 | 85.22 | 95% |
| 937 | 2017-05-03 17:09:34 | 78.79 | 93% |