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 |
---|---|---|---|
33944 | 2021-07-03 17:58:18 | 116.55 | 99% |
24570 | 2019-11-25 22:22:35 | 112.47 | 99% |
21691 | 2019-07-31 17:47:58 | 111.18 | 99% |
15701 | 2019-02-21 13:28:47 | 107.24 | 99% |
9000 | 2018-09-28 21:33:14 | 104.04 | 99% |
4043 | 2018-06-08 16:59:04 | 102.95 | 99% |
2222 | 2018-02-11 23:16:17 | 96.20 | 97% |