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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1523 | 2020-08-04 04:40:07 | 88.15 | 97% |
1369 | 2020-01-25 15:39:55 | 85.98 | 97% |
1300 | 2020-01-13 13:03:49 | 79.74 | 96% |