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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1613 | 2024-02-29 21:10:47 | 94.88 | 97.1% |
1342 | 2021-07-03 02:39:49 | 87.43 | 98% |
63 | 2021-03-31 15:42:56 | 57.01 | 96% |