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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1192 | 2021-03-02 19:07:11 | 103.50 | 97.5% |
450 | 2021-02-02 12:45:30 | 91.88 | 95.3% |
435 | 2021-02-01 17:17:01 | 96.17 | 96.9% |