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 |
---|---|---|---|
9339 | 2021-10-31 20:31:35 | 143.71 | 99% |
9202 | 2021-10-03 01:50:46 | 126.80 | 98% |
3483 | 2020-02-12 01:02:05 | 119.49 | 98% |
2848 | 2019-10-28 20:08:24 | 115.24 | 97% |