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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17049 | 2025-06-05 06:29:36 | 84.59 | 99% |
| 9554 | 2025-02-26 14:35:11 | 81.47 | 96.2% |
| 4483 | 2024-12-04 00:35:05 | 69.98 | 96.5% |