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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 637 | 2019-01-01 20:26:36 | 82.42 | 98% |
| 553 | 2018-12-31 20:30:35 | 82.07 | 98% |