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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5510 | 2022-04-18 07:26:04 | 96.49 | 98% |
| 4977 | 2022-04-05 03:10:13 | 106.18 | 99% |
| 3661 | 2022-02-16 02:49:28 | 94.44 | 98% |