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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 628 | 2017-10-02 10:38:34 | 61.20 | 97% |
| 300 | 2017-09-27 10:18:52 | 51.25 | 95% |