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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 415 | 2017-08-16 07:24:48 | 112.70 | 99% |
| 171 | 2016-03-24 02:18:29 | 97.78 | 94% |