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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 487 | 2020-05-25 07:48:40 | 38.16 | 95% |
| 231 | 2015-09-24 14:14:35 | 35.57 | 89% |