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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4908 | 2023-08-02 19:41:40 | 80.10 | 97.3% |
| 3370 | 2023-07-02 17:05:57 | 69.30 | 96.8% |
| 3086 | 2023-01-20 21:55:25 | 67.14 | 96% |
| 1528 | 2022-12-23 10:51:33 | 68.89 | 97% |
| 918 | 2022-12-16 23:21:22 | 68.55 | 97% |