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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21210 | 2021-08-22 18:54:17 | 59.41 | 99% |
| 18108 | 2021-05-13 21:29:48 | 52.96 | 97% |
| 17700 | 2021-05-06 16:41:59 | 59.74 | 98% |
| 14627 | 2021-03-04 22:05:46 | 58.21 | 97% |
| 13124 | 2021-02-05 23:25:43 | 56.39 | 97% |
| 10074 | 2018-03-09 11:59:41 | 57.51 | 97% |
| 9157 | 2018-02-11 16:57:42 | 58.19 | 97% |
| 8681 | 2018-01-30 12:11:57 | 57.12 | 98% |
| 6806 | 2017-12-03 02:12:57 | 56.77 | 97% |
| 4319 | 2017-09-03 01:47:16 | 57.83 | 97% |