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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2916 | 2023-04-23 22:57:24 | 120.75 | 99% |
| 1293 | 2021-03-19 17:26:38 | 80.35 | 97% |
| 703 | 2021-03-08 02:58:09 | 103.59 | 99% |
| 522 | 2021-03-06 00:25:01 | 91.40 | 98% |