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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1638 | 2020-01-13 15:49:13 | 114.60 | 99% |
| 168 | 2016-05-01 11:52:44 | 135.59 | 94% |