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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12497 | 2018-07-27 16:51:16 | 155.80 | 99% |
| 11585 | 2018-07-20 21:32:40 | 144.04 | 98% |
| 11192 | 2018-02-21 12:44:23 | 121.80 | 98% |
| 9395 | 2017-11-18 19:11:57 | 143.61 | 99% |
| 3170 | 2017-10-12 21:48:42 | 133.70 | 97% |