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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5253 | 2021-01-21 02:49:10 | 96.65 | 97% |
| 965 | 2020-03-29 09:46:00 | 72.14 | 96% |
| 45 | 2020-03-04 13:56:08 | 64.91 | 96% |