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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13512 | 2023-03-10 17:40:45 | 129.42 | 98% |
| 11410 | 2022-06-17 20:29:37 | 147.12 | 99% |
| 2058 | 2020-12-06 00:37:46 | 137.55 | 99% |