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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1266 | 2017-11-27 14:58:07 | 34.92 | 94% |
| 501 | 2017-03-19 12:19:13 | 38.55 | 96% |