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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1029 | 2018-05-16 06:43:11 | 114.23 | 98% |
| 450 | 2018-05-03 10:15:00 | 103.12 | 97% |