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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1829 | 2020-11-12 23:59:28 | 63.08 | 97% |
| 1245 | 2020-10-17 01:54:20 | 70.37 | 98% |
| 20 | 2019-08-26 01:26:04 | 40.69 | 96% |