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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20672 | 2018-03-08 04:58:57 | 66.89 | 97% |
| 20219 | 2018-03-06 10:35:47 | 62.84 | 97% |
| 16726 | 2018-02-14 12:12:30 | 75.57 | 100% |
| 16314 | 2018-01-27 01:25:41 | 70.47 | 98% |
| 15051 | 2017-10-22 03:26:22 | 62.92 | 97% |