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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4805 | 2024-12-06 20:05:24 | 96.15 | 98.2% |
| 2964 | 2022-04-25 00:37:04 | 87.12 | 97% |
| 948 | 2021-03-13 23:07:52 | 74.28 | 96% |