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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22953 | 2021-07-28 17:49:48 | 123.44 | 98% |
| 12753 | 2021-01-23 16:38:21 | 119.77 | 99% |
| 11938 | 2021-01-02 08:48:18 | 113.09 | 97% |
| 11364 | 2020-12-29 18:00:12 | 108.55 | 97% |
| 4215 | 2020-10-18 19:58:25 | 104.03 | 99% |