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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10016 | 2017-12-30 18:33:53 | 108.04 | 96% |
9269 | 2017-12-24 18:59:50 | 120.49 | 96% |
7761 | 2017-12-16 21:21:27 | 119.02 | 98% |