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 |
---|---|---|---|
13829 | 2018-05-06 20:25:50 | 160.67 | 99% |
13668 | 2018-05-06 09:12:25 | 132.09 | 98% |
12210 | 2018-04-05 18:52:48 | 141.94 | 97% |
3290 | 2017-09-13 08:45:13 | 158.55 | 100% |