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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42506 | 2019-08-30 18:34:03 | 156.55 | 100% |
| 36335 | 2019-05-14 17:30:19 | 129.75 | 98% |
| 26331 | 2018-03-17 06:27:41 | 128.12 | 99% |
| 25252 | 2018-02-27 07:32:25 | 126.75 | 99% |