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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3013 | 2023-03-27 14:58:38 | 112.06 | 98% |
| 2702 | 2022-03-03 04:10:18 | 110.94 | 98% |
| 1152 | 2020-11-17 00:49:24 | 114.32 | 99% |