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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22640 | 2020-03-09 16:32:55 | 78.67 | 99% |
19891 | 2018-09-28 21:33:44 | 62.58 | 97% |
18358 | 2018-06-20 19:42:47 | 83.41 | 98% |