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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9456 | 2022-10-16 08:37:05 | 122.27 | 98% |
| 2546 | 2021-11-26 06:51:47 | 120.40 | 97% |
| 1711 | 2021-11-17 03:41:40 | 112.00 | 97% |
| 81 | 2020-09-21 11:43:08 | 102.22 | 98% |