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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4663 | 2022-06-25 13:56:30 | 96.71 | 96% |
2593 | 2021-08-19 16:42:08 | 86.09 | 95% |
1886 | 2021-01-26 17:55:29 | 79.86 | 95% |