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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2334 | 2017-07-12 15:29:48 | 121.26 | 96% |
| 519 | 2015-05-08 14:58:14 | 108.11 | 91% |