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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43197 | 2023-12-29 01:19:28 | 138.41 | 99.5% |
| 41201 | 2023-10-27 03:18:00 | 124.74 | 98.4% |
| 35691 | 2023-05-05 07:24:16 | 109.16 | 96% |
| 33525 | 2022-11-13 01:39:36 | 116.34 | 97% |
| 30235 | 2022-10-18 10:36:32 | 126.37 | 97% |
| 29903 | 2022-10-15 09:36:50 | 105.01 | 97% |
| 29773 | 2022-10-13 05:12:30 | 123.92 | 100% |
| 23838 | 2021-01-04 06:55:24 | 121.52 | 98% |
| 13293 | 2020-11-30 08:59:16 | 99.07 | 97% |
| 12287 | 2020-11-27 11:21:18 | 100.81 | 98% |
| 10917 | 2020-11-24 04:22:57 | 95.85 | 97% |
| 9784 | 2020-06-22 02:20:56 | 108.51 | 98% |
| 3919 | 2018-04-22 03:08:36 | 97.78 | 97% |
| 3683 | 2018-03-31 01:03:10 | 88.30 | 96% |
| 3396 | 2018-03-13 00:53:48 | 82.24 | 95% |