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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3515 | 2020-09-08 19:46:50 | 89.76 | 98% |
| 2125 | 2020-05-22 04:22:16 | 78.11 | 96% |
| 1606 | 2020-05-08 23:25:10 | 83.66 | 97% |
| 1512 | 2020-05-07 23:00:41 | 75.13 | 95% |