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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 467 | 2018-06-06 18:26:16 | 131.84 | 99% |
| 216 | 2011-12-31 20:46:52 | 116.15 | 98% |