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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9025 | 2022-03-05 02:58:13 | 81.33 | 95% |
| 835 | 2021-10-16 09:20:41 | 68.16 | 95% |
| 422 | 2021-10-04 07:16:16 | 76.18 | 94% |