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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8776 | 2020-04-28 23:22:39 | 101.93 | 97% |
8574 | 2020-04-20 22:50:34 | 98.12 | 98% |
3065 | 2019-04-14 15:44:13 | 83.94 | 96% |