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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30850 | 2019-05-19 00:10:54 | 124.89 | 97% |
25443 | 2018-02-24 02:42:44 | 111.65 | 98% |
24315 | 2018-02-10 16:54:44 | 128.51 | 99% |
23476 | 2018-01-28 10:18:29 | 128.24 | 99% |
18994 | 2017-12-28 00:30:35 | 113.50 | 98% |