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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2276 | 2020-12-05 16:24:16 | 54.91 | 98% |
| 1244 | 2020-09-30 09:12:19 | 44.35 | 94% |