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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9628 | 2023-08-31 07:06:40 | 74.47 | 96.8% |
| 9207 | 2023-06-12 16:11:29 | 65.07 | 98.1% |
| 3116 | 2021-06-30 07:23:32 | 49.03 | 96% |
| 1886 | 2021-04-09 12:11:33 | 52.30 | 97% |