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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7016 | 2021-06-22 18:41:54 | 94.61 | 98% |
| 4087 | 2021-01-06 20:51:27 | 99.50 | 98% |
| 3348 | 2020-12-29 20:26:14 | 100.95 | 98% |
| 1112 | 2018-11-30 18:30:09 | 87.40 | 98% |