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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4929 | 2021-07-23 10:42:56 | 97.00 | 98% |
| 4426 | 2019-03-27 08:03:49 | 91.33 | 98% |
| 1612 | 2019-02-24 17:05:57 | 82.64 | 97% |