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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2017-01-15 15:24:04 | 67.38 | 91% |
| 65 | 2014-10-09 17:14:50 | 66.29 | 93% |