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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 825 | 2017-07-17 20:28:06 | 109.57 | 99% |
| 580 | 2017-07-10 19:35:16 | 112.05 | 99% |