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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1472 | 2016-12-27 20:00:22 | 147.94 | 99% |
| 337 | 2016-11-21 00:20:27 | 98.22 | 85% |