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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2902 | 2023-04-23 06:36:28 | 93.88 | 98% |
1933 | 2022-07-20 02:46:46 | 89.73 | 97% |
1491 | 2022-05-18 01:15:07 | 96.12 | 97% |