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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5290 | 2020-01-01 22:28:12 | 66.28 | 94% |
3976 | 2019-05-31 21:10:57 | 76.37 | 95% |
2760 | 2019-01-25 01:14:35 | 67.12 | 96% |