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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10521 | 2022-05-01 19:11:06 | 90.80 | 95% |
| 9449 | 2021-04-17 16:57:14 | 84.41 | 96% |
| 9279 | 2021-04-05 16:30:57 | 54.80 | 96% |
| 6739 | 2020-08-03 17:02:43 | 78.97 | 94% |
| 560 | 2020-03-25 15:03:45 | 70.46 | 94% |