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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8512 | 2022-03-07 06:45:49 | 102.09 | 96% |
| 6912 | 2021-12-26 06:12:21 | 98.46 | 96% |
| 481 | 2020-11-12 09:00:33 | 72.36 | 93% |