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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5415 | 2021-01-03 14:21:35 | 155.09 | 99% |
1931 | 2020-09-23 22:50:58 | 121.16 | 97% |
1694 | 2020-03-25 23:18:06 | 109.43 | 98% |