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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2364 | 2021-05-29 18:28:04 | 119.83 | 97% |
1700 | 2021-05-21 00:56:52 | 112.33 | 97% |
1690 | 2021-05-21 00:48:11 | 128.38 | 98% |