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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22732 | 2019-06-23 01:20:58 | 75.48 | 99% |
15312 | 2018-09-04 21:25:39 | 69.99 | 99% |
11326 | 2018-06-22 20:47:43 | 73.23 | 100% |
5451 | 2018-01-19 03:30:59 | 72.71 | 99% |
4858 | 2018-01-12 02:10:16 | 61.42 | 100% |
1365 | 2017-12-02 13:10:07 | 62.93 | 99% |