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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1202 | 2017-06-06 09:05:26 | 106.21 | 99% |
| 219 | 2013-12-10 21:48:39 | 101.62 | 97% |