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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1811 | 2018-12-21 05:20:47 | 60.73 | 95% |
| 876 | 2018-10-06 11:07:11 | 67.44 | 97% |