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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40044 | 2023-08-14 19:58:54 | 141.36 | 98% |
| 36495 | 2022-02-06 16:22:48 | 146.21 | 98% |
| 35106 | 2021-10-23 15:56:21 | 149.05 | 99% |
| 31824 | 2021-04-02 13:38:07 | 157.89 | 100% |
| 31452 | 2021-03-08 23:48:18 | 143.07 | 98% |
| 27523 | 2020-06-29 20:38:24 | 135.77 | 98% |
| 26732 | 2020-06-04 00:24:12 | 145.39 | 97% |
| 21331 | 2019-03-31 03:35:43 | 139.19 | 98% |
| 18068 | 2018-12-14 22:06:47 | 137.70 | 98% |
| 15351 | 2018-09-16 18:54:24 | 120.31 | 96% |
| 14169 | 2018-08-16 02:28:28 | 138.26 | 98% |