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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8068 | 2020-04-18 22:34:12 | 42.98 | 94% |
| 420 | 2016-10-30 14:42:44 | 27.60 | 86% |