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 |
---|---|---|---|
64195 | 2018-02-07 00:25:59 | 159.61 | 99% |
62312 | 2018-01-26 20:42:36 | 175.11 | 99% |
57324 | 2017-12-29 16:41:05 | 161.18 | 99% |
55830 | 2017-12-10 13:12:57 | 145.34 | 97% |