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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9937 | 2019-03-03 21:27:14 | 125.49 | 97% |
| 8859 | 2019-02-05 20:19:26 | 140.30 | 98% |
| 6604 | 2018-09-16 18:54:23 | 123.60 | 95% |
| 802 | 2017-10-02 03:29:07 | 129.47 | 98% |