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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3882 | 2022-03-24 15:30:20 | 82.75 | 95% |
1484 | 2021-10-13 13:01:27 | 72.33 | 97% |
1057 | 2021-10-01 12:49:15 | 69.15 | 95% |
1030 | 2021-10-01 07:33:27 | 64.19 | 95% |