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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1179 | 2018-06-24 15:04:15 | 100.20 | 95% |
| 639 | 2017-04-16 16:29:11 | 111.25 | 94% |