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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1835 | 2017-03-03 10:33:20 | 85.51 | 93% |
| 714 | 2016-10-12 17:52:06 | 86.81 | 96% |