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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2593 | 2020-10-31 12:19:12 | 89.58 | 98% |
2229 | 2020-10-23 14:18:35 | 83.08 | 96% |
1295 | 2020-10-11 14:30:31 | 72.83 | 96% |