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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10903 | 2019-08-02 23:53:09 | 102.82 | 99% |
| 8832 | 2018-09-29 01:05:21 | 84.23 | 97% |
| 4544 | 2018-03-27 18:28:56 | 79.61 | 98% |
| 2905 | 2018-02-21 17:13:23 | 66.89 | 96% |
| 2331 | 2018-02-15 17:26:49 | 65.90 | 97% |