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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3435 | 2021-08-08 14:20:29 | 67.17 | 94% |
| 2830 | 2021-07-24 12:33:30 | 89.36 | 94% |
| 2123 | 2021-07-07 13:08:08 | 61.62 | 92% |
| 1975 | 2021-07-05 15:44:06 | 60.88 | 93% |