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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1488 | 2022-03-10 19:18:06 | 100.80 | 98% |
| 1330 | 2022-03-10 14:28:45 | 97.02 | 98% |
| 638 | 2020-08-27 18:40:08 | 92.81 | 98% |
| 15 | 2020-04-13 12:36:49 | 42.99 | 95% |