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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3508 | 2021-06-14 13:49:49 | 52.97 | 96% |
| 3389 | 2021-06-12 12:01:02 | 59.53 | 96% |
| 2475 | 2021-05-15 10:35:00 | 71.88 | 97% |