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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4760 | 2022-05-13 21:37:54 | 133.76 | 97% |
3933 | 2022-04-21 20:33:38 | 131.60 | 97% |
2509 | 2021-08-17 19:35:44 | 129.11 | 96% |