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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2018-04-14 21:11:52 | 105.51 | 96% |
| 24 | 2015-10-14 15:59:40 | 93.18 | 89% |