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 |
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33025 | 2022-04-10 17:53:28 | 133.53 | 99% |
32943 | 2022-04-09 13:33:49 | 135.04 | 99% |
32779 | 2022-04-08 10:20:31 | 121.66 | 98% |
32567 | 2022-04-06 12:20:31 | 135.80 | 100% |
32538 | 2022-04-05 00:18:41 | 124.22 | 97% |
29295 | 2022-02-18 11:36:31 | 114.37 | 98% |
28130 | 2022-02-04 14:35:19 | 140.15 | 100% |
22103 | 2021-12-28 13:10:37 | 120.14 | 98% |
19111 | 2021-11-25 23:21:45 | 118.31 | 99% |
14864 | 2021-06-19 15:25:55 | 126.71 | 99% |
11290 | 2021-02-19 13:39:23 | 120.94 | 98.3% |
2835 | 2020-11-21 18:07:49 | 118.17 | 99% |