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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2685 | 2022-12-27 19:16:19 | 51.19 | 94% |
| 2146 | 2022-07-12 16:14:59 | 52.38 | 94% |
| 784 | 2022-06-03 06:14:57 | 41.10 | 93% |