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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3748 | 2018-10-29 08:06:37 | 58.47 | 95% |
| 573 | 2017-10-20 18:12:07 | 45.65 | 95% |