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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2955 | 2021-09-30 08:12:09 | 99.02 | 98% |
2902 | 2021-09-23 17:21:00 | 94.00 | 97% |
745 | 2020-05-23 16:29:12 | 82.43 | 98% |