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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5225 | 2022-03-22 18:13:55 | 85.75 | 97% |
1983 | 2021-08-29 12:12:42 | 77.29 | 98% |
1245 | 2020-03-30 03:08:58 | 72.05 | 97% |