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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6564 | 2019-08-05 15:44:33 | 168.40 | 98% |
6105 | 2019-03-25 23:13:02 | 170.75 | 98% |
3900 | 2017-12-08 19:51:50 | 163.19 | 99% |