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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2017-04-06 21:22:36 | 94.76 | 93% |
| 24 | 2016-08-31 22:42:50 | 79.53 | 91% |