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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3904 | 2023-12-22 20:59:01 | 101.19 | 97.8% |
2301 | 2021-04-02 17:22:10 | 106.26 | 99% |
1848 | 2017-09-24 15:21:43 | 88.30 | 97% |