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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5657 | 2022-09-05 20:39:53 | 95.93 | 95% |
| 5464 | 2022-08-27 22:37:12 | 95.93 | 96% |
| 3415 | 2022-05-13 03:10:20 | 91.77 | 96% |