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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739 | 2018-04-11 03:05:49 | 95.28 | 98% |
727 | 2018-04-11 02:54:41 | 92.90 | 97% |
189 | 2018-02-22 03:57:00 | 84.96 | 97% |