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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2186 | 2018-07-21 02:17:14 | 68.07 | 97% |
| 1130 | 2018-04-28 23:54:50 | 57.41 | 96% |