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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1626 | 2019-09-28 10:43:26 | 84.24 | 95% |
| 1081 | 2019-07-21 09:34:50 | 96.37 | 95% |
| 991 | 2019-07-18 10:02:54 | 72.18 | 94% |