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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3186 | 2023-03-25 13:34:35 | 56.37 | 94% |
1867 | 2023-01-20 21:55:42 | 53.73 | 95% |
1582 | 2023-01-12 14:49:09 | 51.45 | 93% |