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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 721 | 2022-01-24 00:16:49 | 96.63 | 98% |
| 152 | 2020-09-18 14:07:34 | 98.00 | 99% |
| 43 | 2020-08-26 13:57:09 | 81.34 | 97% |