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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2017-11-26 13:51:18 | 82.54 | 97% |
| 184 | 2017-05-19 15:21:16 | 69.69 | 94% |