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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6924 | 2021-02-24 06:58:27 | 76.34 | 94% |
| 4095 | 2020-12-12 15:36:54 | 61.89 | 96% |
| 2216 | 2020-10-25 03:49:41 | 57.25 | 94% |
| 1947 | 2020-10-21 07:37:11 | 62.75 | 95% |