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 |
---|---|---|---|
10766 | 2021-09-05 21:06:55 | 158.01 | 99% |
10540 | 2021-05-07 21:58:24 | 153.28 | 99% |
8467 | 2021-02-06 20:42:27 | 168.55 | 100% |
7005 | 2020-11-29 20:52:54 | 168.33 | 99% |
6352 | 2020-10-18 19:58:16 | 130.29 | 98% |