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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7651 | 2025-03-12 04:20:42 | 156.60 | 97.6% |
| 3797 | 2025-02-07 02:47:14 | 168.68 | 98% |
| 59 | 2025-01-16 05:50:44 | 137.03 | 96.9% |