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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2101 | 2021-05-18 11:10:00 | 75.26 | 96% |
| 1917 | 2021-05-14 06:06:56 | 84.97 | 97% |
| 1783 | 2021-05-06 15:48:04 | 67.75 | 96% |
| 1653 | 2021-05-04 16:23:08 | 67.76 | 96% |
| 1273 | 2021-04-25 13:40:37 | 74.74 | 97% |
| 778 | 2021-03-25 16:47:36 | 81.95 | 97% |