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 |
---|---|---|---|
6420 | 2022-08-18 00:08:28 | 95.12 | 98% |
3362 | 2021-08-10 04:31:22 | 93.82 | 98% |
335 | 2021-01-10 12:10:03 | 68.39 | 95% |