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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47865 | 2018-07-29 02:17:12 | 74.63 | 99% |
| 42747 | 2018-02-21 12:52:56 | 72.29 | 98% |
| 42426 | 2018-02-13 12:41:41 | 74.70 | 99% |