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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27199 | 2022-04-30 03:57:06 | 107.41 | 97% |
| 21454 | 2018-11-14 15:55:17 | 129.74 | 99% |
| 19793 | 2018-09-11 20:38:28 | 106.87 | 97% |
| 18118 | 2018-07-11 13:47:06 | 109.92 | 98% |
| 17447 | 2018-06-01 19:42:11 | 97.12 | 96% |
| 14614 | 2018-03-26 13:33:54 | 117.17 | 98% |
| 10863 | 2017-12-14 15:51:17 | 100.81 | 97% |
| 9196 | 2017-10-26 17:49:46 | 119.35 | 98% |
| 8769 | 2017-10-19 11:42:37 | 106.69 | 97% |
| 7853 | 2017-10-06 21:24:12 | 89.85 | 96% |
| 6774 | 2017-09-20 17:20:56 | 99.83 | 97% |