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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1361 | 2017-03-08 07:45:36 | 113.52 | 97% |
| 1226 | 2017-02-23 13:38:06 | 104.09 | 95% |