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 |
---|---|---|---|
10014 | 2022-12-08 16:01:19 | 121.07 | 99% |
9825 | 2022-11-01 16:48:16 | 102.17 | 96% |
5359 | 2021-04-03 08:08:53 | 108.75 | 98% |
570 | 2020-04-06 13:14:36 | 86.20 | 98% |