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 |
---|---|---|---|
5124 | 2022-11-24 05:18:34 | 82.29 | 97% |
5022 | 2021-09-16 03:48:11 | 90.11 | 98% |
1952 | 2021-04-29 18:03:52 | 81.24 | 96% |
549 | 2021-04-02 01:03:00 | 78.60 | 97% |