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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3161 | 2022-07-05 08:19:30 | 89.21 | 97% |
2319 | 2021-03-19 21:12:32 | 54.82 | 97% |
21 | 2020-06-26 04:38:05 | 81.67 | 99% |