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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2823 | 2021-02-23 15:03:37 | 90.68 | 98.1% |
1140 | 2018-10-16 02:58:14 | 92.12 | 99% |
576 | 2018-05-29 13:20:21 | 80.00 | 98% |