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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6645 | 2023-01-22 10:43:15 | 93.63 | 97% |
| 5956 | 2022-12-31 12:52:14 | 94.53 | 98% |
| 114 | 2021-01-05 12:35:08 | 73.05 | 96% |