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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15094 | 2020-01-08 03:37:31 | 94.52 | 97% |
| 13238 | 2019-07-25 21:40:49 | 88.35 | 98% |
| 12298 | 2019-06-06 01:39:00 | 86.27 | 97% |
| 9458 | 2019-03-17 13:22:12 | 76.60 | 96% |
| 2954 | 2018-09-11 09:55:51 | 64.56 | 97% |
| 144 | 2018-08-01 03:38:14 | 63.74 | 97% |