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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13880 | 2021-05-17 21:52:16 | 98.69 | 98% |
8729 | 2019-01-16 14:26:08 | 93.12 | 97% |
5166 | 2018-10-07 12:53:09 | 84.16 | 97% |
1771 | 2018-07-22 04:23:24 | 82.35 | 98% |