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 |
---|---|---|---|
4993 | 2019-11-30 17:01:02 | 84.74 | 97% |
3872 | 2019-03-21 20:49:14 | 81.55 | 97% |
3444 | 2019-02-14 15:21:27 | 83.12 | 98% |
1019 | 2018-03-09 18:37:59 | 58.74 | 97% |