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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3435 | 2021-04-07 23:43:03 | 85.11 | 98% |
2321 | 2021-03-30 04:10:29 | 82.23 | 98% |
581 | 2021-02-12 22:44:49 | 76.10 | 97.1% |
37 | 2019-08-17 07:14:31 | 62.95 | 96% |