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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1025 | 2021-03-13 18:08:13 | 73.62 | 96% |
| 246 | 2019-11-02 17:03:15 | 68.51 | 96% |
| 27 | 2019-10-05 06:58:37 | 64.19 | 95% |