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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1351 | 2021-01-23 08:32:23 | 89.25 | 99% |
1167 | 2020-11-17 13:20:20 | 88.16 | 99% |
487 | 2019-09-01 05:56:02 | 77.05 | 97% |