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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5510 | 2021-09-25 19:11:32 | 105.10 | 97% |
| 4366 | 2021-02-15 13:36:28 | 102.76 | 98.2% |
| 3840 | 2021-01-27 09:48:14 | 97.47 | 97% |
| 3739 | 2021-01-26 13:11:14 | 75.28 | 95% |
| 1545 | 2019-08-06 17:30:55 | 76.19 | 96% |