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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1274 | 2017-10-17 19:28:58 | 92.06 | 97% |
| 790 | 2015-11-23 06:54:59 | 84.76 | 96% |