Sprawling on the fringes of the city in geometric order. An insulated border in between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown. Growing up it all seems so one-sided. Opinions all provided. The future predecided. Detached and subdivided in the mass production zone. Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1574 | 2017-10-15 05:34:12 | 80.66 | 96% |