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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8038 | 2020-11-13 09:41:59 | 115.38 | 96% |
| 2973 | 2019-02-08 19:57:23 | 94.07 | 96% |
| 232 | 2018-12-27 00:16:31 | 100.46 | 97% |