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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5343 | 2021-12-03 00:50:52 | 184.04 | 98% |
| 4939 | 2021-10-25 13:53:39 | 173.22 | 99% |
| 727 | 2021-04-21 20:03:45 | 171.01 | 98% |