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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2028 | 2018-01-01 05:51:20 | 104.90 | 98% |
| 449 | 2017-07-03 22:42:03 | 79.72 | 96% |