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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2019-07-22 01:51:35 | 92.19 | 99% |
| 50 | 2019-05-25 19:02:17 | 92.06 | 99% |
| 15 | 2019-05-19 01:19:34 | 92.40 | 100% |
| 14 | 2019-05-19 01:18:23 | 85.63 | 99% |