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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1454 | 2018-12-07 13:35:17 | 54.06 | 92% |
| 721 | 2018-10-24 20:14:23 | 51.31 | 92% |