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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6344 | 2021-09-10 07:05:36 | 103.86 | 98% |
| 4195 | 2018-01-28 10:34:02 | 90.38 | 96% |
| 3169 | 2017-11-02 15:38:35 | 81.01 | 97% |
| 2955 | 2017-10-19 11:40:54 | 95.04 | 97% |
| 2520 | 2017-08-31 16:23:27 | 96.96 | 98% |