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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9421 | 2023-06-02 03:22:22 | 83.05 | 98.1% |
| 8326 | 2023-01-18 02:11:51 | 72.64 | 97% |
| 6694 | 2022-02-18 01:59:55 | 64.71 | 96% |
| 5428 | 2021-09-17 03:22:52 | 64.09 | 97% |
| 4152 | 2021-05-23 08:38:55 | 63.75 | 97% |