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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39599 | 2017-12-24 18:59:42 | 148.20 | 99% |
| 30735 | 2017-10-18 23:55:19 | 156.97 | 100% |
| 25890 | 2017-10-02 23:13:23 | 117.29 | 97% |
| 1618 | 2017-09-01 16:15:14 | 133.40 | 98% |