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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3551 | 2020-05-09 23:45:15 | 107.10 | 98% |
| 1364 | 2020-05-05 04:15:00 | 100.46 | 97% |
| 111 | 2020-05-03 01:07:17 | 57.95 | 97% |