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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2202 | 2017-08-20 05:48:51 | 61.38 | 97% |
| 41 | 2016-10-13 14:32:01 | 53.43 | 97% |