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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4717 | 2021-09-24 05:29:30 | 90.41 | 98% |
| 3591 | 2020-12-09 02:57:33 | 95.47 | 99% |
| 3481 | 2020-12-02 02:18:29 | 94.38 | 98% |
| 528 | 2020-08-19 09:13:16 | 86.33 | 98% |