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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 910 | 2018-11-28 09:14:48 | 72.69 | 95% |
| 570 | 2018-11-15 15:47:48 | 68.29 | 96% |