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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3311 | 2021-02-24 11:01:35 | 62.53 | 96.2% |
998 | 2017-10-04 18:55:13 | 52.50 | 95% |
705 | 2017-09-30 08:10:45 | 55.53 | 95% |