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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 448 | 2018-08-02 22:15:33 | 95.49 | 97% |
| 172 | 2015-06-06 12:03:43 | 81.64 | 93% |