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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7603 | 2019-08-24 19:04:29 | 87.99 | 97% |
| 6040 | 2019-05-28 13:53:52 | 80.41 | 100% |
| 5169 | 2019-02-27 15:00:51 | 88.69 | 99% |