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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2697 | 2019-07-29 15:22:56 | 105.92 | 100% |
| 360 | 2017-11-30 17:12:14 | 56.31 | 96% |