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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4272 | 2024-03-10 03:27:57 | 98.83 | 98.4% |
| 2341 | 2022-01-12 01:04:44 | 92.00 | 98% |