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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10594 | 2022-07-01 14:01:52 | 68.46 | 97% |
7678 | 2022-03-16 13:05:46 | 61.93 | 96% |
5498 | 2022-01-01 20:35:59 | 61.68 | 97% |
4586 | 2021-12-05 02:38:00 | 57.66 | 96% |
3226 | 2021-11-14 16:55:57 | 51.32 | 95% |
2587 | 2021-11-05 02:11:12 | 51.15 | 95% |
2516 | 2021-11-03 06:20:45 | 51.83 | 94% |