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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 143 | 2017-06-02 08:48:35 | 66.57 | 90% |
| 39 | 2016-12-13 09:42:19 | 69.80 | 92% |