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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2282 | 2019-01-28 02:40:16 | 104.26 | 96% |
| 516 | 2018-05-11 01:52:19 | 67.43 | 95% |