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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15343 | 2018-10-07 23:46:26 | 98.20 | 98% |
14351 | 2018-09-11 04:43:54 | 99.54 | 98% |
5977 | 2018-04-14 21:14:59 | 96.54 | 98% |