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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17085 | 2021-08-06 09:03:54 | 103.41 | 97% |
| 7898 | 2020-09-02 08:55:32 | 112.65 | 98% |
| 7325 | 2020-08-20 10:32:40 | 106.56 | 98% |
| 7254 | 2020-08-19 08:26:52 | 113.02 | 99% |
| 3347 | 2020-06-24 15:14:19 | 87.48 | 97% |