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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2048 | 2018-03-21 05:48:02 | 100.51 | 98% |
| 793 | 2017-06-28 17:39:33 | 49.64 | 96% |