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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14351 | 2024-11-09 05:22:32 | 113.34 | 98.3% |
| 6105 | 2022-09-09 17:51:57 | 97.89 | 96% |
| 1025 | 2022-03-19 06:40:50 | 93.30 | 97% |
| 439 | 2022-03-09 07:36:09 | 78.23 | 96% |