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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2019-11-07 09:57:47 | 101.75 | 99% |
| 288 | 2019-11-06 10:45:20 | 89.70 | 100% |
| 103 | 2019-11-04 23:45:11 | 95.68 | 100% |