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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30223 | 2022-04-27 00:03:12 | 119.31 | 96% |
| 29414 | 2022-02-26 16:11:25 | 128.77 | 99% |
| 17342 | 2019-01-28 16:09:38 | 132.56 | 99% |