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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24201 | 2019-07-11 09:59:13 | 143.25 | 98% |
| 21234 | 2019-04-25 08:57:13 | 142.96 | 99% |
| 13333 | 2018-11-22 06:54:01 | 128.45 | 98% |
| 11011 | 2018-10-26 22:41:25 | 118.32 | 97% |
| 10363 | 2018-10-16 01:05:36 | 126.60 | 98% |
| 6664 | 2018-08-09 07:02:13 | 135.08 | 98% |
| 6256 | 2018-07-24 10:29:27 | 128.01 | 98% |
| 5023 | 2018-06-24 02:50:22 | 125.58 | 98% |