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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3439 | 2025-03-02 19:36:47 | 99.79 | 98% |
| 1112 | 2024-07-15 18:56:58 | 97.12 | 99% |
| 343 | 2024-04-07 06:11:53 | 96.19 | 99% |