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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4714 | 2019-05-21 00:28:07 | 67.74 | 97% |
| 12 | 2015-12-26 08:03:32 | 59.37 | 96% |