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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 722 | 2017-01-29 22:04:18 | 159.85 | 98% |
| 40 | 2017-01-09 03:24:27 | 137.20 | 92% |