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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9645 | 2022-07-26 16:20:48 | 81.36 | 96% |
9612 | 2022-04-17 18:58:24 | 76.79 | 97% |
6420 | 2021-04-08 18:16:08 | 82.31 | 95% |
3335 | 2021-01-12 23:17:42 | 72.35 | 96% |