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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7244 | 2021-03-18 09:53:11 | 96.37 | 97% |
| 4365 | 2020-08-19 08:26:59 | 97.34 | 98% |
| 2875 | 2020-05-26 09:26:28 | 109.26 | 100% |