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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4029 | 2020-04-21 02:13:00 | 147.28 | 98% |
| 4013 | 2020-04-21 00:02:54 | 137.35 | 98% |
| 562 | 2020-01-23 05:46:29 | 117.73 | 97% |