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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1616 | 2017-03-01 20:39:37 | 137.01 | 100% |
| 1518 | 2017-01-12 08:41:18 | 130.21 | 99% |