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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14971 | 2023-03-31 06:57:46 | 47.75 | 95% |
| 13884 | 2021-07-10 19:36:36 | 66.40 | 97% |
| 11931 | 2018-09-28 09:54:18 | 75.66 | 98% |
| 9485 | 2018-06-09 08:38:48 | 65.19 | 97% |
| 5418 | 2018-04-05 09:36:42 | 52.79 | 95% |