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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 983 | 2021-02-23 15:47:10 | 89.90 | 97% |
| 944 | 2021-02-23 12:56:50 | 92.60 | 98% |
| 247 | 2019-04-10 23:03:19 | 64.18 | 95% |