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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 168 | 2020-05-30 09:51:39 | 80.19 | 96% |
| 21 | 2016-03-19 18:14:29 | 67.68 | 93% |