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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18045 | 2024-05-14 01:45:23 | 123.21 | 98% |
16061 | 2023-10-29 12:26:56 | 114.33 | 98.5% |
14281 | 2023-10-06 16:09:44 | 123.73 | 99% |
12745 | 2023-04-21 09:53:59 | 116.92 | 97% |
12345 | 2023-03-12 03:18:16 | 128.87 | 99% |
7785 | 2022-10-21 05:41:43 | 104.67 | 98% |
6293 | 2022-10-03 08:19:03 | 105.51 | 96% |
1882 | 2020-11-23 13:25:47 | 95.70 | 97% |