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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1314 | 2017-11-25 20:41:23 | 112.03 | 99% |
| 208 | 2015-03-10 22:13:25 | 103.18 | 98% |