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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19056 | 2023-10-30 13:02:34 | 189.67 | 98.1% |
3343 | 2019-03-05 16:06:58 | 151.79 | 98% |