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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17392 | 2021-11-13 00:43:12 | 127.43 | 99% |
| 16910 | 2021-09-05 21:26:27 | 122.53 | 100% |
| 15631 | 2019-03-17 13:24:18 | 128.20 | 98% |
| 15032 | 2019-02-02 00:54:43 | 122.29 | 99% |
| 10433 | 2018-01-22 23:26:32 | 101.18 | 97% |
| 9561 | 2017-12-14 03:15:29 | 109.33 | 99% |