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 |
---|---|---|---|
3941 | 2023-07-08 18:58:28 | 79.03 | 98% |
3882 | 2023-01-02 16:52:33 | 79.70 | 98% |
2816 | 2022-07-03 21:04:42 | 73.01 | 96% |
1509 | 2021-09-29 17:57:17 | 61.12 | 96% |