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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4215 | 2020-05-17 17:09:02 | 51.75 | 93% |
| 3005 | 2020-03-23 16:37:02 | 47.01 | 95% |