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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27482 | 2023-08-24 02:19:49 | 155.99 | 99% |
| 17975 | 2022-10-25 02:39:20 | 143.36 | 98% |
| 13257 | 2021-01-06 04:09:48 | 139.14 | 98% |
| 2767 | 2020-08-05 04:46:56 | 143.95 | 99% |