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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1407 | 2017-04-12 06:01:36 | 89.21 | 94% |
| 918 | 2017-02-04 08:04:55 | 72.44 | 84% |