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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1125 | 2017-02-28 21:13:16 | 91.38 | 98% |
| 442 | 2015-11-04 17:38:33 | 84.62 | 98% |