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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1588 | 2020-06-05 06:57:22 | 70.79 | 97% |
| 686 | 2015-11-14 12:42:46 | 42.74 | 92% |