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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1753 | 2017-06-14 23:25:29 | 125.23 | 99% |
| 197 | 2013-07-12 15:27:39 | 85.48 | 94% |