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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48714 | 2023-01-17 02:59:05 | 148.22 | 99% |
| 37640 | 2018-12-16 22:27:12 | 126.46 | 97% |
| 33831 | 2018-07-16 14:50:38 | 130.59 | 98% |
| 29922 | 2018-01-09 16:46:38 | 136.58 | 98% |
| 27423 | 2017-11-12 17:17:01 | 127.26 | 97% |