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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16203 | 2018-11-27 02:07:35 | 108.02 | 99% |
| 16102 | 2018-11-25 04:38:31 | 100.75 | 99% |
| 15334 | 2018-10-08 04:29:48 | 99.95 | 98% |
| 12501 | 2018-04-04 04:28:04 | 92.88 | 98% |
| 7885 | 2018-01-14 08:20:45 | 88.83 | 99% |
| 7516 | 2018-01-12 22:07:29 | 91.00 | 97% |
| 5587 | 2017-12-28 00:09:07 | 89.15 | 98% |
| 3059 | 2017-12-07 04:51:11 | 90.45 | 99% |
| 2608 | 2017-12-05 03:14:21 | 83.99 | 99% |
| 2424 | 2017-12-04 23:04:31 | 83.51 | 98% |
| 108 | 2017-11-10 21:04:10 | 86.90 | 98% |