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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4534 | 2020-09-11 05:59:15 | 69.67 | 96% |
| 1701 | 2020-05-13 09:41:43 | 54.96 | 96% |
| 1487 | 2020-04-29 18:10:44 | 51.38 | 94% |
| 1184 | 2020-04-21 12:38:30 | 47.51 | 95% |