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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1658 | 2017-08-25 16:00:53 | 62.66 | 96% |
| 584 | 2017-06-08 13:49:14 | 51.19 | 94% |