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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2633 | 2017-11-04 21:15:43 | 128.76 | 99% |
| 2023 | 2017-11-01 18:24:33 | 105.60 | 97% |
| 867 | 2017-10-24 22:56:56 | 110.47 | 96% |