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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 631 | 2020-10-10 21:02:38 | 111.83 | 98% |
| 449 | 2020-08-15 16:34:55 | 106.18 | 97% |
| 245 | 2019-10-30 18:26:22 | 97.00 | 98% |