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 |
---|---|---|---|
5946 | 2021-02-26 07:05:00 | 72.75 | 94% |
4286 | 2021-01-05 12:34:58 | 85.23 | 96% |
3446 | 2020-12-11 15:08:06 | 83.75 | 97% |
1082 | 2020-08-24 15:30:20 | 69.99 | 96% |
841 | 2020-08-21 22:11:53 | 71.76 | 96% |