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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4890 | 2021-06-04 18:51:36 | 148.33 | 99% |
| 4834 | 2021-06-04 12:39:00 | 142.37 | 99% |
| 2149 | 2020-12-31 04:52:22 | 147.43 | 98% |
| 1487 | 2020-04-09 02:00:02 | 166.40 | 99% |