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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 782 | 2017-06-22 16:38:41 | 74.11 | 98% |
| 607 | 2016-08-18 15:54:21 | 71.62 | 97% |