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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4668 | 2022-01-25 19:56:13 | 94.88 | 99% |
1325 | 2020-12-01 17:50:02 | 90.08 | 97% |
376 | 2020-10-16 04:14:34 | 86.01 | 98% |