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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1570 | 2021-09-04 13:07:35 | 59.50 | 96% |
557 | 2021-07-13 06:47:40 | 59.04 | 95% |
222 | 2021-06-27 08:52:22 | 58.73 | 97% |