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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24383 | 2025-04-17 01:41:29 | 154.31 | 98.6% |
| 8620 | 2023-03-31 01:37:25 | 121.65 | 97% |
| 5091 | 2023-03-21 02:43:42 | 127.57 | 97% |