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 |
---|---|---|---|
4856 | 2018-05-07 08:53:34 | 115.55 | 99% |
3993 | 2018-04-30 21:45:09 | 104.55 | 99% |
1717 | 2017-11-30 18:39:16 | 107.76 | 98% |
1291 | 2017-11-26 04:37:27 | 101.22 | 98% |