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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6983 | 2021-02-10 13:14:37 | 88.43 | 96% |
| 6768 | 2021-01-21 14:18:13 | 107.22 | 98% |
| 2748 | 2020-01-31 15:17:54 | 98.45 | 97% |
| 2389 | 2020-01-25 11:50:58 | 94.83 | 97% |