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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9972 | 2021-08-29 05:21:09 | 98.69 | 96% |
| 6054 | 2021-05-24 23:17:16 | 102.53 | 96% |
| 5203 | 2021-05-12 19:09:20 | 93.53 | 96% |
| 4843 | 2021-05-06 23:29:05 | 104.74 | 97% |