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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7153 | 2021-06-22 05:24:06 | 77.93 | 96% |
| 3225 | 2021-01-25 13:46:24 | 66.15 | 93% |
| 205 | 2020-10-05 17:17:52 | 62.11 | 95% |