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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7108 | 2021-09-09 22:42:26 | 80.85 | 98% |
| 6520 | 2021-04-19 01:26:55 | 90.53 | 97% |
| 1198 | 2020-06-01 21:25:44 | 86.86 | 97% |
| 885 | 2020-03-30 23:47:56 | 85.10 | 97% |