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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1269 | 2017-11-17 20:58:56 | 81.56 | 96% |
| 1008 | 2017-10-17 19:29:03 | 80.84 | 96% |