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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23353 | 2021-09-04 11:00:53 | 93.54 | 97% |
| 19150 | 2019-04-06 16:48:17 | 93.19 | 97% |
| 18669 | 2019-03-29 03:12:01 | 89.13 | 98% |
| 15351 | 2018-11-09 15:51:16 | 81.32 | 96% |
| 15214 | 2018-11-09 09:57:35 | 75.38 | 96% |
| 14185 | 2018-10-30 10:22:16 | 76.09 | 96% |
| 14005 | 2018-07-14 16:40:20 | 86.93 | 97% |
| 9684 | 2017-12-05 02:53:56 | 86.97 | 99% |
| 9250 | 2017-11-18 03:04:01 | 89.95 | 98% |
| 7735 | 2017-10-12 15:41:51 | 74.39 | 97% |
| 6159 | 2017-09-07 08:09:24 | 77.04 | 97% |
| 6005 | 2017-08-29 10:14:57 | 77.12 | 96% |