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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2018-01-14 14:15:21 | 69.20 | 97% |
| 220 | 2018-01-10 11:50:59 | 62.94 | 96% |