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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2018-09-29 08:22:24 | 46.74 | 97% |
| 509 | 2017-04-27 09:44:10 | 52.32 | 96% |