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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2665 | 2018-06-30 02:43:56 | 108.28 | 98% |
| 415 | 2018-03-22 00:35:33 | 112.36 | 99% |