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 |
---|---|---|---|
10727 | 2021-09-17 23:29:53 | 105.30 | 99% |
10437 | 2021-03-12 00:17:28 | 95.06 | 97% |
8723 | 2020-10-18 05:39:13 | 97.74 | 97% |
6581 | 2019-08-29 02:11:20 | 92.22 | 98% |
4501 | 2018-09-25 02:31:45 | 95.60 | 98% |