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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9387 | 2024-06-06 11:10:51 | 94.09 | 97.3% |
| 2812 | 2021-11-13 14:43:56 | 89.77 | 98% |
| 1279 | 2021-07-19 08:14:23 | 82.78 | 97% |