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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3836 | 2023-09-27 17:04:42 | 101.50 | 99% |
| 2714 | 2023-05-18 13:38:49 | 100.42 | 99% |
| 2576 | 2022-04-21 20:34:52 | 84.02 | 98% |