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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17514 | 2023-04-13 07:12:30 | 101.23 | 98% |
3317 | 2018-11-04 17:55:44 | 66.24 | 95% |
3093 | 2018-10-29 16:31:20 | 70.36 | 97% |
1448 | 2018-09-10 17:26:12 | 67.88 | 98% |