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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10173 | 2024-10-23 19:02:15 | 143.71 | 100% |
| 7076 | 2021-05-31 16:46:41 | 140.07 | 100% |
| 2409 | 2021-03-26 22:01:02 | 124.01 | 98% |