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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1046 | 2021-02-10 07:04:50 | 69.16 | 94.8% |
| 703 | 2020-10-07 10:26:23 | 64.85 | 94% |
| 490 | 2020-09-12 04:57:45 | 65.47 | 94% |
| 310 | 2020-09-08 03:28:55 | 53.89 | 93% |