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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7694 | 2023-09-10 10:53:25 | 96.77 | 97% |
| 7593 | 2023-09-07 05:03:02 | 102.17 | 97% |
| 6143 | 2023-07-18 07:12:16 | 104.01 | 97% |
| 4786 | 2023-02-24 13:33:42 | 102.92 | 98% |
| 2216 | 2022-09-11 07:19:24 | 85.95 | 96% |