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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9187 | 2018-11-18 17:13:07 | 67.66 | 100% |
| 8687 | 2018-10-06 18:42:58 | 62.26 | 100% |
| 3383 | 2017-10-08 15:46:30 | 62.88 | 100% |