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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1393 | 2017-05-22 07:52:15 | 87.92 | 93% |
| 411 | 2016-07-01 09:01:31 | 59.27 | 88% |