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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5303 | 2020-07-13 08:22:24 | 190.66 | 99% |
4955 | 2020-06-19 07:41:01 | 172.58 | 98% |
1299 | 2020-03-06 09:39:41 | 174.34 | 99% |