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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6764 | 2022-08-16 23:31:53 | 78.53 | 97% |
3590 | 2021-11-09 13:20:56 | 80.50 | 99% |
811 | 2021-08-24 22:35:58 | 63.63 | 99% |