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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2816 | 2022-10-27 02:28:31 | 94.59 | 96% |
| 1951 | 2022-10-12 02:03:25 | 102.32 | 96% |
| 912 | 2022-09-18 05:39:32 | 102.55 | 97% |