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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4846 | 2019-03-04 00:05:01 | 173.45 | 98% |
| 214 | 2018-02-10 21:07:34 | 166.48 | 99% |