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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5944 | 2021-07-10 22:38:29 | 99.30 | 97% |
| 5719 | 2021-06-18 12:50:11 | 111.51 | 99% |
| 4341 | 2021-04-09 11:15:06 | 93.06 | 97% |
| 4320 | 2021-04-09 07:41:00 | 109.03 | 97% |
| 304 | 2020-07-17 22:42:26 | 66.83 | 97% |