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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18040 | 2023-04-03 17:27:00 | 121.04 | 99% |
| 16851 | 2022-11-01 17:20:24 | 113.75 | 98% |
| 15876 | 2022-10-16 11:13:16 | 136.51 | 99% |
| 12365 | 2022-05-09 17:27:07 | 117.56 | 98% |
| 11104 | 2021-04-12 09:46:24 | 117.96 | 98% |
| 4790 | 2020-09-17 15:00:32 | 105.13 | 99% |