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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4915 | 2018-07-21 23:58:09 | 110.63 | 98% |
| 4502 | 2018-06-21 21:01:16 | 100.70 | 97% |
| 2757 | 2017-09-10 04:03:54 | 87.18 | 96% |