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 |
---|---|---|---|
9625 | 2021-06-27 15:36:05 | 69.29 | 95% |
8812 | 2021-04-11 10:10:38 | 81.64 | 97% |
7405 | 2021-02-26 10:54:08 | 72.36 | 96% |
7022 | 2021-02-17 18:24:27 | 68.98 | 95% |
5353 | 2021-01-12 05:33:09 | 65.44 | 97% |
4857 | 2021-01-03 14:25:47 | 69.50 | 96% |
3720 | 2020-12-20 09:22:48 | 53.72 | 94% |