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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11748 | 2022-09-01 09:23:56 | 85.40 | 96% |
| 11668 | 2022-08-31 15:01:18 | 96.52 | 97% |
| 9215 | 2022-03-22 08:08:07 | 82.16 | 95% |
| 1824 | 2019-02-15 06:22:43 | 79.19 | 96% |
| 1782 | 2019-02-14 17:48:38 | 73.22 | 97% |