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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2846 | 2019-12-30 11:49:14 | 66.70 | 98% |
| 2785 | 2019-12-30 06:03:02 | 62.03 | 96% |
| 202 | 2019-11-25 12:05:11 | 54.04 | 93% |