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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1964 | 2018-07-17 17:46:35 | 65.44 | 96% |
| 1618 | 2018-03-13 21:52:52 | 65.48 | 96% |