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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5298 | 2025-05-25 14:38:41 | 98.07 | 97% |
| 5070 | 2023-05-31 22:52:27 | 93.90 | 97.9% |
| 2440 | 2019-04-08 11:58:27 | 77.09 | 97% |
| 639 | 2018-05-08 12:06:07 | 69.57 | 97% |