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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853 | 2023-07-22 08:37:14 | 84.37 | 97% |
767 | 2023-07-13 02:46:48 | 91.72 | 98% |
202 | 2023-02-07 04:35:40 | 85.47 | 98% |