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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1209 | 2018-01-19 22:12:11 | 98.18 | 99% |
| 843 | 2017-11-29 15:28:14 | 100.39 | 98% |