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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1092 | 2017-07-03 00:03:26 | 60.10 | 95% |
| 465 | 2016-09-04 02:34:40 | 51.16 | 89% |