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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1581 | 2022-01-21 10:49:23 | 75.16 | 98% |
1445 | 2021-11-20 08:21:39 | 82.06 | 98% |
506 | 2021-06-23 03:19:35 | 66.55 | 97% |