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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8608 | 2020-06-22 12:07:41 | 98.17 | 98% |
| 7249 | 2019-10-22 14:41:41 | 90.18 | 97% |
| 3894 | 2018-04-14 10:36:54 | 81.07 | 96% |
| 1122 | 2017-12-08 16:06:59 | 64.81 | 96% |