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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1325 | 2017-05-26 21:54:10 | 120.65 | 97% |
| 1289 | 2017-05-18 00:37:57 | 112.28 | 97% |