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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6122 | 2020-11-16 00:46:51 | 69.75 | 97% |
937 | 2020-09-15 17:27:37 | 55.58 | 97% |
828 | 2020-09-13 18:36:02 | 56.21 | 96% |