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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 358 | 2018-01-17 21:52:04 | 95.80 | 99% |
| 180 | 2017-12-06 00:20:28 | 91.40 | 98% |