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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3803 | 2019-11-15 19:31:18 | 71.55 | 97% |
1602 | 2018-12-16 03:50:31 | 58.75 | 95% |
533 | 2018-10-20 09:38:05 | 48.70 | 95% |