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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9067 | 2023-02-03 09:21:27 | 131.48 | 97% |
| 5277 | 2021-03-22 03:49:41 | 135.23 | 99% |
| 3360 | 2019-04-09 03:32:31 | 129.76 | 97% |