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 |
---|---|---|---|
2599 | 2019-05-23 04:03:05 | 92.25 | 98% |
1643 | 2019-02-01 21:29:41 | 81.81 | 97% |
810 | 2019-01-04 19:36:31 | 84.48 | 98% |
613 | 2018-12-31 18:22:06 | 86.22 | 97% |