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 |
---|---|---|---|
9819 | 2018-04-09 11:28:28 | 68.22 | 97% |
7679 | 2018-01-28 17:59:19 | 70.28 | 97% |
6458 | 2017-11-27 05:02:59 | 63.19 | 96% |
6106 | 2017-11-16 08:54:21 | 63.75 | 96% |
5915 | 2017-11-09 08:56:14 | 60.90 | 96% |