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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5758 | 2021-10-06 20:22:53 | 124.91 | 99% |
4443 | 2021-09-15 21:49:44 | 126.89 | 100% |
4442 | 2021-09-15 21:48:55 | 115.06 | 98% |
4441 | 2021-09-15 21:48:00 | 107.89 | 99% |
2927 | 2021-01-14 23:46:57 | 107.39 | 98% |