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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10552 | 2022-12-02 04:39:02 | 103.10 | 97% |
| 9702 | 2022-10-13 05:12:36 | 107.21 | 98% |
| 9623 | 2022-10-01 06:36:10 | 90.12 | 97% |
| 8463 | 2022-05-17 07:28:32 | 102.12 | 98% |
| 6958 | 2022-02-15 15:43:16 | 87.70 | 95% |
| 4653 | 2021-11-02 07:32:53 | 104.70 | 98% |