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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6744 | 2017-09-04 13:41:02 | 60.46 | 98% |
| 6604 | 2017-07-30 13:07:08 | 67.38 | 98% |