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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6198 | 2021-06-13 01:32:59 | 81.88 | 97% |
3057 | 2021-04-11 13:18:19 | 61.77 | 96% |
1040 | 2021-03-05 08:15:42 | 67.90 | 97% |