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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8732 | 2021-12-19 23:13:55 | 141.91 | 99% |
5134 | 2021-10-23 01:24:53 | 132.40 | 98% |
4289 | 2021-10-01 22:57:34 | 134.29 | 99% |