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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7346 | 2022-12-13 18:01:08 | 105.87 | 99% |
| 7304 | 2022-11-28 22:48:39 | 96.50 | 97% |
| 7047 | 2022-10-14 16:00:00 | 109.19 | 99% |