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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1598 | 2018-10-19 20:55:18 | 61.95 | 95% |
| 1239 | 2018-10-04 16:37:49 | 57.02 | 96% |