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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1792 | 2022-03-24 09:27:52 | 70.61 | 98% |
| 1287 | 2021-10-29 07:39:21 | 70.81 | 99% |
| 1263 | 2021-10-27 11:35:28 | 64.36 | 99% |