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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4834 | 2018-05-23 02:39:39 | 85.42 | 99% |
4645 | 2018-04-24 03:28:14 | 88.13 | 99% |
4548 | 2018-04-18 02:51:25 | 83.80 | 99% |
1232 | 2017-11-09 19:38:19 | 81.06 | 99% |
818 | 2017-09-30 10:12:49 | 71.49 | 99% |