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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2972 | 2024-03-01 06:07:47 | 91.09 | 96.5% |
1429 | 2021-07-24 16:14:37 | 62.98 | 94% |
1090 | 2021-07-17 01:59:42 | 69.93 | 96% |