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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2017-09-25 16:59:23 | 53.57 | 99% |
| 166 | 2017-06-19 14:32:43 | 45.97 | 98% |