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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26779 | 2021-03-06 22:43:20 | 121.90 | 98% |
| 19681 | 2020-07-20 06:37:42 | 100.84 | 96% |
| 17380 | 2020-06-02 06:01:56 | 98.33 | 97% |
| 10285 | 2020-01-07 00:54:41 | 96.35 | 97% |
| 10178 | 2020-01-05 07:05:00 | 98.44 | 97% |