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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17451 | 2022-12-16 18:51:40 | 128.07 | 98% |
| 12437 | 2020-04-22 02:50:08 | 132.65 | 98% |
| 2460 | 2018-01-10 11:46:36 | 100.38 | 97% |
| 2162 | 2017-11-30 06:08:44 | 86.45 | 95% |
| 2064 | 2017-11-27 13:31:05 | 94.14 | 96% |