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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5826 | 2023-03-03 18:54:35 | 80.32 | 99% |
| 5391 | 2023-02-17 15:07:39 | 73.22 | 98% |
| 1891 | 2022-07-04 10:23:51 | 68.32 | 99% |
| 1548 | 2022-06-21 11:45:00 | 68.54 | 99% |
| 840 | 2022-04-06 18:40:55 | 60.53 | 99% |