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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5087 | 2020-07-17 07:20:24 | 110.17 | 97% |
4381 | 2020-04-14 06:01:59 | 106.01 | 95% |
1673 | 2018-10-07 07:34:27 | 90.06 | 97% |