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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3701 | 2020-03-19 03:09:19 | 79.42 | 96% |
| 3440 | 2019-10-31 02:45:33 | 90.22 | 97% |
| 1950 | 2019-03-14 05:03:11 | 79.80 | 97% |