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 |
---|---|---|---|
8650 | 2023-10-06 06:28:03 | 184.98 | 97.9% |
3333 | 2021-11-17 07:48:26 | 176.11 | 98% |
2107 | 2021-10-15 03:26:38 | 189.42 | 99% |
1432 | 2021-09-24 11:48:53 | 175.61 | 97% |
1256 | 2021-09-21 00:46:01 | 189.83 | 99% |