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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3413 | 2022-02-15 16:41:14 | 100.95 | 98% |
| 2698 | 2021-12-22 22:49:45 | 106.32 | 98% |
| 2513 | 2021-12-10 17:00:14 | 95.25 | 97% |