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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4963 | 2018-05-25 01:28:42 | 114.50 | 98% |
| 4798 | 2018-05-23 23:09:16 | 130.16 | 98% |
| 4668 | 2018-05-23 17:03:38 | 124.56 | 98% |
| 483 | 2018-03-12 02:13:51 | 96.94 | 96% |
| 393 | 2018-03-11 22:32:49 | 127.73 | 99% |