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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2768 | 2021-01-14 06:15:00 | 70.09 | 99% |
| 2192 | 2019-07-23 02:03:20 | 68.05 | 97% |
| 1210 | 2018-02-21 06:14:42 | 63.43 | 98% |