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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3736 | 2021-07-11 18:58:24 | 64.99 | 98% |
| 3099 | 2021-06-20 14:31:47 | 60.33 | 97% |
| 395 | 2021-03-07 09:43:03 | 58.27 | 97% |