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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 823 | 2021-04-09 19:52:21 | 69.31 | 96% |
| 607 | 2021-02-11 05:35:08 | 68.32 | 95% |
| 190 | 2021-02-01 07:08:22 | 74.93 | 96.6% |