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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1985 | 2018-10-13 01:34:20 | 102.20 | 98% |
| 1645 | 2018-09-20 02:02:47 | 94.12 | 98% |