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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6573 | 2023-09-18 08:52:41 | 92.26 | 98% |
5651 | 2022-10-12 12:44:53 | 90.49 | 98% |
5455 | 2022-10-03 16:21:05 | 88.29 | 97% |