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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4002 | 2019-02-20 19:41:21 | 111.86 | 98% |
3941 | 2019-02-19 17:17:28 | 113.78 | 98% |
2211 | 2018-02-08 21:07:46 | 103.50 | 98% |