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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2890 | 2017-11-06 18:18:16 | 132.22 | 99% |
| 119 | 2017-10-16 13:51:44 | 107.13 | 97% |