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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19547 | 2021-12-19 17:34:48 | 90.37 | 98% |
19025 | 2021-11-26 22:17:26 | 98.61 | 98% |
15923 | 2017-12-19 11:38:42 | 89.13 | 99% |