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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4168 | 2022-09-23 12:40:10 | 79.80 | 97% |
| 3567 | 2022-05-02 15:43:29 | 89.45 | 97% |
| 2211 | 2021-08-09 07:33:47 | 68.63 | 96% |