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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1119 | 2021-06-28 00:21:27 | 91.27 | 97% |
| 895 | 2021-04-28 07:38:24 | 78.88 | 97% |
| 763 | 2021-04-15 18:52:16 | 80.85 | 98% |
| 108 | 2021-02-13 08:08:53 | 57.96 | 94.1% |