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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 701 | 2018-08-14 19:37:15 | 61.07 | 96% |
| 493 | 2018-08-03 02:22:40 | 68.18 | 97% |