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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3376 | 2022-10-20 22:02:45 | 93.85 | 97% |
2943 | 2021-01-12 13:37:18 | 86.04 | 96% |
2175 | 2019-10-13 12:25:41 | 84.84 | 96% |