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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7639 | 2021-04-21 19:46:35 | 89.11 | 97% |
7089 | 2021-04-07 02:43:42 | 78.56 | 96% |
5127 | 2020-11-28 22:57:48 | 76.69 | 96% |