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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6350 | 2021-02-06 17:56:16 | 91.56 | 97.7% |
| 4491 | 2020-10-08 15:57:53 | 71.32 | 95% |
| 991 | 2020-06-22 20:02:49 | 68.46 | 97% |