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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1431 | 2016-12-13 12:18:39 | 97.47 | 99% |
| 1336 | 2016-12-07 06:13:19 | 94.13 | 99% |