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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9649 | 2019-08-28 15:09:46 | 93.29 | 99% |
8252 | 2019-03-24 14:53:09 | 93.79 | 99% |
4878 | 2018-07-27 13:50:13 | 90.65 | 99% |
2540 | 2018-03-31 09:39:49 | 101.67 | 99% |
2415 | 2018-03-27 09:44:21 | 94.86 | 99% |