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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48527 | 2023-08-03 04:11:05 | 69.64 | 97% |
| 47420 | 2023-07-10 18:09:29 | 78.55 | 98% |
| 44275 | 2023-05-19 10:33:15 | 77.22 | 98% |
| 39237 | 2023-03-06 12:30:11 | 73.38 | 98% |
| 39212 | 2023-03-06 11:17:34 | 75.39 | 98% |
| 35705 | 2022-12-13 03:44:25 | 69.25 | 98% |
| 32316 | 2022-06-15 16:45:51 | 65.10 | 96% |
| 28407 | 2021-06-16 21:05:15 | 65.28 | 98% |
| 24770 | 2018-09-26 12:19:56 | 74.35 | 99% |
| 22645 | 2018-04-26 18:42:06 | 70.63 | 98% |
| 20682 | 2018-01-23 00:16:30 | 69.40 | 98% |
| 19961 | 2017-12-23 21:17:11 | 67.57 | 98% |
| 19232 | 2017-10-13 21:49:28 | 62.97 | 98% |