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 |
---|---|---|---|
3673 | 2022-12-17 16:03:32 | 86.54 | 96% |
2296 | 2021-06-21 18:30:17 | 81.88 | 98% |
2155 | 2021-05-19 08:57:19 | 76.10 | 97% |
1920 | 2021-04-09 07:28:23 | 68.46 | 96% |