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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7806 | 2019-01-30 14:11:21 | 111.29 | 98% |
7600 | 2018-11-23 19:26:06 | 117.98 | 99% |
5908 | 2017-09-13 20:07:35 | 111.66 | 98% |