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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3757 | 2022-03-11 23:57:40 | 100.91 | 97% |
3544 | 2021-10-23 15:56:33 | 106.13 | 98% |
2933 | 2021-07-15 00:38:30 | 110.14 | 98% |