ustwo Watch Faces

May 13, 2016

A tingle of static crossed her knuckles as they grazed the metal door frame. Five minutes shorter today than yesterday. These runs into town through the wasteland were growing easier by the day. And faster. The bike was doing everything that she hoped it would: avoiding pitfalls, allowing her to move more freely. The Filth never had a chance to catch her. She kicked her boot against the wall. “Thanks, Paul.”

• Removed a deprecated method to improve performance