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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2017-06-16 03:26:37 | 85.01 | 99% |
| 20 | 2017-06-07 15:12:28 | 58.96 | 94% |