Every minute of every day we choose. Who we are. Who we forgive. Who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line. To play the middle. To straddle the fence between what is and what should be. This was the course I chose. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a center which cannot hold. So death chose for me.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1604 | 2017-12-28 23:12:08 | 150.69 | 97% |
1496 | 2017-12-28 05:45:31 | 151.36 | 98% |
464 | 2017-12-11 09:26:12 | 153.98 | 98% |