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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 424 | 2017-05-21 13:41:33 | 66.29 | 91% |
| 103 | 2017-03-25 06:16:37 | 66.31 | 91% |