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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5276 | 2021-07-07 22:13:41 | 91.53 | 96% |
| 4821 | 2021-02-18 03:44:20 | 89.25 | 95.5% |
| 4668 | 2021-02-07 20:16:04 | 99.83 | 96.5% |