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 |
---|---|---|---|
12107 | 2021-08-06 16:37:23 | 111.76 | 98% |
11711 | 2021-07-31 08:52:01 | 103.14 | 98% |
10032 | 2021-07-02 15:32:14 | 104.30 | 98% |
6507 | 2021-04-14 11:57:58 | 97.15 | 96% |
3493 | 2021-02-27 18:26:05 | 93.55 | 97.9% |
2709 | 2021-02-17 16:32:35 | 93.46 | 96.1% |
1356 | 2021-01-07 13:58:21 | 89.41 | 97% |