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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42935 | 2023-01-18 10:04:54 | 125.04 | 97% |
| 35560 | 2020-03-06 09:39:45 | 148.06 | 99% |
| 33287 | 2020-01-11 18:35:43 | 152.25 | 99% |
| 28472 | 2019-07-29 20:51:49 | 148.24 | 99% |
| 27358 | 2019-07-16 17:37:11 | 137.19 | 98% |
| 25245 | 2019-06-06 14:11:19 | 153.34 | 99% |
| 20189 | 2019-04-01 15:37:42 | 137.70 | 99% |
| 19145 | 2019-03-26 14:18:49 | 149.47 | 99% |
| 16917 | 2019-03-12 12:06:15 | 127.16 | 98% |
| 16704 | 2019-03-09 14:22:40 | 139.73 | 99% |
| 13256 | 2019-02-04 12:25:52 | 152.46 | 100% |
| 746 | 2018-04-21 18:16:54 | 142.87 | 100% |