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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10485 | 2022-01-18 08:36:47 | 97.70 | 98% |
| 6991 | 2021-08-01 06:36:10 | 84.94 | 97% |
| 5697 | 2021-06-14 06:59:47 | 81.26 | 97% |