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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11756 | 2020-06-09 21:15:12 | 68.81 | 98% |
| 11612 | 2020-04-23 23:01:06 | 96.18 | 98% |
| 9664 | 2020-02-07 10:08:00 | 88.94 | 96% |
| 8435 | 2019-12-24 14:57:52 | 72.85 | 97% |
| 5183 | 2019-09-30 14:26:46 | 81.25 | 96% |
| 2859 | 2019-08-26 20:21:33 | 85.90 | 97% |