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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2018-12-07 02:18:31 | 79.89 | 96% |
| 166 | 2018-11-24 23:01:28 | 61.49 | 95% |