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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1362 | 2018-08-13 01:31:06 | 70.55 | 96% |
| 1145 | 2018-06-18 06:39:57 | 59.68 | 94% |