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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1811 | 2017-05-30 16:10:38 | 51.23 | 96% |
| 1740 | 2017-05-29 20:09:45 | 51.06 | 92% |