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 |
---|---|---|---|
9400 | 2020-09-10 04:42:49 | 110.06 | 98% |
7087 | 2020-08-04 19:26:32 | 127.23 | 98% |
5580 | 2020-07-21 22:42:31 | 106.77 | 96% |
4086 | 2020-06-24 23:09:14 | 115.11 | 99% |
904 | 2020-05-04 05:00:45 | 104.39 | 98% |