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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15152 | 2022-11-01 09:07:04 | 94.50 | 97% |
| 14521 | 2022-10-13 03:48:19 | 92.81 | 97% |
| 13920 | 2022-03-20 13:23:42 | 98.08 | 98% |
| 11341 | 2021-09-03 12:33:01 | 102.78 | 98% |
| 10937 | 2021-06-20 19:48:33 | 99.84 | 97% |
| 10023 | 2021-05-14 04:47:44 | 83.79 | 97% |
| 7840 | 2021-03-11 08:23:58 | 80.15 | 96% |