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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5938 | 2022-03-23 03:56:53 | 83.51 | 97% |
2825 | 2021-08-06 11:54:20 | 78.87 | 100% |
2775 | 2021-08-05 06:37:00 | 67.88 | 98% |