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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2938 | 2018-05-26 05:00:21 | 72.26 | 99% |
| 2649 | 2018-03-27 02:58:14 | 79.04 | 98% |
| 2619 | 2018-01-17 06:06:35 | 65.53 | 97% |