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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 735 | 2018-11-18 18:13:56 | 104.85 | 96% |
| 423 | 2014-01-14 04:19:26 | 114.28 | 96% |