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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1467 | 2017-08-31 23:33:39 | 75.95 | 97% |
| 641 | 2017-08-15 23:34:37 | 93.15 | 100% |