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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17968 | 2021-04-12 02:17:13 | 97.25 | 98% |
| 16558 | 2019-07-31 17:48:04 | 95.80 | 98% |
| 16376 | 2019-07-22 04:53:16 | 102.84 | 98% |