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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2308 | 2021-08-16 16:48:02 | 83.98 | 97% |
2306 | 2021-08-12 12:27:20 | 82.25 | 98% |
2062 | 2018-04-17 15:33:40 | 89.11 | 99% |