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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 103220 | 2024-01-12 04:32:48 | 136.56 | 99.5% |
| 102406 | 2022-11-15 05:12:19 | 134.97 | 100% |
| 98835 | 2019-08-26 04:36:05 | 135.22 | 99% |
| 92990 | 2019-04-03 18:10:18 | 136.43 | 99% |
| 92292 | 2019-04-01 15:37:49 | 115.48 | 98% |
| 82923 | 2019-01-05 17:28:11 | 126.71 | 99% |
| 78866 | 2018-10-14 18:01:34 | 120.02 | 99% |
| 77256 | 2018-09-29 03:36:50 | 122.86 | 98% |
| 75925 | 2018-09-23 16:32:20 | 136.32 | 98% |
| 71995 | 2018-07-28 16:14:12 | 119.43 | 97% |
| 63085 | 2017-12-22 06:11:16 | 126.06 | 98% |
| 60548 | 2017-11-29 01:34:34 | 123.64 | 99% |
| 54864 | 2017-09-19 04:23:40 | 124.21 | 98% |
| 54624 | 2017-09-16 17:28:52 | 102.82 | 97% |