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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1585 | 2019-03-13 06:56:53 | 88.54 | 98% |
| 882 | 2018-10-15 15:50:57 | 86.83 | 98% |