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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13696 | 2023-10-06 15:23:31 | 78.16 | 94.7% |
| 10903 | 2023-01-07 21:56:31 | 78.65 | 97% |
| 8647 | 2022-08-04 16:32:10 | 73.50 | 96% |
| 5753 | 2022-03-21 17:27:13 | 71.43 | 95% |
| 3941 | 2022-01-06 00:26:23 | 65.92 | 95% |