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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 868 | 2019-05-27 10:21:41 | 88.86 | 97% |
| 599 | 2019-05-11 11:09:04 | 74.37 | 96% |