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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 133 | 2018-11-10 04:44:44 | 88.40 | 100% |
| 126 | 2018-11-10 04:34:17 | 69.23 | 94% |