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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3731 | 2019-01-26 23:04:35 | 84.58 | 97% |
3190 | 2018-09-18 08:25:04 | 93.70 | 98% |
2678 | 2018-02-01 17:17:37 | 88.85 | 98% |