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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1924 | 2022-06-02 06:49:59 | 72.81 | 97% |
| 1517 | 2022-02-26 15:53:30 | 65.42 | 96% |
| 879 | 2021-10-22 17:04:01 | 53.00 | 96% |