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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2567 | 2020-08-26 11:52:20 | 67.00 | 95% |
| 2316 | 2020-06-22 20:02:55 | 62.85 | 94% |
| 1015 | 2018-09-10 16:59:41 | 62.24 | 95% |
| 247 | 2018-02-06 20:04:50 | 59.86 | 94% |