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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1218 | 2017-08-13 03:34:53 | 76.91 | 99% |
| 56 | 2016-05-09 08:43:10 | 57.80 | 98% |