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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5181 | 2020-01-16 00:48:01 | 101.83 | 98% |
| 4640 | 2019-12-09 03:30:25 | 95.40 | 95% |
| 3545 | 2019-10-17 02:02:50 | 116.26 | 98% |
| 2362 | 2019-07-17 03:37:46 | 106.23 | 98% |
| 1018 | 2019-03-07 01:47:48 | 98.85 | 97% |