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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19083 | 2020-05-13 03:01:47 | 163.08 | 99% |
9450 | 2018-10-21 07:00:20 | 136.87 | 98% |
7494 | 2018-07-29 18:30:26 | 130.32 | 97% |
368 | 2017-09-21 07:19:55 | 111.06 | 98% |