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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1243 | 2019-01-23 18:46:09 | 98.65 | 98% |
| 603 | 2019-01-04 19:26:45 | 91.47 | 98% |