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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3307 | 2023-08-12 04:25:49 | 99.76 | 97% |
| 1884 | 2022-03-16 04:40:34 | 96.65 | 98% |
| 1521 | 2021-10-11 07:27:54 | 97.38 | 97% |