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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6755 | 2021-07-12 08:06:44 | 94.50 | 98% |
| 5551 | 2021-02-18 10:31:59 | 93.48 | 97.7% |
| 4574 | 2021-01-05 12:34:49 | 103.34 | 99% |
| 3634 | 2020-02-21 11:11:04 | 96.04 | 98% |