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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3347 | 2023-03-14 09:47:49 | 81.87 | 98% |
| 2336 | 2022-08-16 02:20:39 | 72.97 | 97% |
| 1138 | 2022-05-12 16:28:18 | 74.63 | 97% |