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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1009 | 2017-12-08 21:30:36 | 92.75 | 98% |
| 725 | 2017-04-19 20:36:39 | 83.12 | 92% |