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 |
---|---|---|---|
10344 | 2019-05-12 17:12:27 | 107.19 | 96% |
10017 | 2019-04-14 19:44:43 | 95.90 | 95% |
8456 | 2019-01-10 22:23:56 | 102.95 | 95% |
4809 | 2018-06-01 20:50:58 | 85.67 | 96% |
1954 | 2018-01-08 23:11:48 | 68.77 | 94% |