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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4535 | 2023-07-15 08:03:44 | 72.00 | 96% |
| 3674 | 2023-06-08 11:15:36 | 85.22 | 97% |
| 2690 | 2023-03-23 17:42:51 | 74.26 | 97% |