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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8715 | 2024-11-06 20:08:03 | 102.96 | 98.5% |
| 6969 | 2022-07-16 02:35:55 | 84.92 | 97% |
| 6236 | 2022-06-03 02:49:39 | 71.79 | 96% |