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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15126 | 2017-11-30 06:08:41 | 91.77 | 97% |
| 15100 | 2017-11-30 03:31:16 | 81.86 | 98% |
| 14371 | 2017-10-22 05:04:43 | 85.85 | 97% |
| 14224 | 2017-10-14 09:18:50 | 81.44 | 97% |