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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3599 | 2023-06-05 18:36:31 | 89.56 | 97% |
2707 | 2023-01-29 02:52:12 | 90.69 | 98% |
1619 | 2022-05-03 05:16:01 | 82.40 | 98% |