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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1664 | 2022-10-11 22:22:39 | 162.78 | 99% |
1476 | 2022-03-06 14:13:42 | 168.81 | 98% |
995 | 2020-04-20 06:20:50 | 176.98 | 99% |