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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2020-10-20 00:16:37 | 82.71 | 99% |
| 442 | 2016-10-27 03:08:43 | 76.33 | 98% |