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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8280 | 2023-09-17 03:35:15 | 97.51 | 97% |
| 7081 | 2023-08-09 17:29:43 | 102.16 | 98% |
| 4818 | 2022-04-20 10:08:36 | 92.11 | 98% |
| 1542 | 2022-02-03 10:57:31 | 64.21 | 94% |