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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6917 | 2020-03-25 17:38:08 | 79.37 | 98% |
| 5799 | 2020-03-06 22:27:21 | 77.46 | 97% |