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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19494 | 2021-06-13 17:44:10 | 105.44 | 99% |
| 18064 | 2021-04-23 23:34:23 | 87.60 | 97% |
| 11312 | 2020-10-21 13:09:49 | 108.81 | 99% |
| 4423 | 2020-06-02 19:53:51 | 78.49 | 96% |
| 3119 | 2020-05-22 11:27:12 | 69.27 | 97% |