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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17815 | 2023-03-30 04:11:57 | 73.41 | 97% |
| 16507 | 2023-02-17 02:16:42 | 73.61 | 96% |
| 16186 | 2023-02-13 13:23:34 | 86.41 | 97% |
| 6765 | 2018-06-27 17:45:57 | 67.27 | 97% |
| 5716 | 2017-12-02 13:09:58 | 71.34 | 98% |