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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51344 | 2022-12-22 08:24:45 | 171.52 | 99% |
| 48392 | 2022-02-13 03:52:41 | 146.11 | 98% |
| 46962 | 2022-02-03 10:23:29 | 177.67 | 100% |
| 40959 | 2019-05-15 09:09:33 | 182.05 | 100% |