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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10981 | 2023-08-27 18:44:44 | 214.95 | 99% |
10954 | 2023-08-27 00:17:31 | 189.80 | 98% |
6534 | 2022-06-13 18:22:33 | 162.95 | 98% |
1989 | 2021-04-10 14:27:28 | 148.28 | 99% |