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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 451 | 2017-02-01 22:45:09 | 109.95 | 89% |
| 391 | 2017-01-29 22:04:19 | 148.89 | 100% |