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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26484 | 2021-11-19 18:26:41 | 126.72 | 96% |
| 25018 | 2020-09-18 16:29:12 | 132.59 | 98% |
| 25013 | 2020-09-18 16:22:27 | 156.61 | 99% |
| 17655 | 2018-07-20 21:32:44 | 127.47 | 96% |
| 11307 | 2017-09-01 16:15:15 | 130.58 | 98% |
| 11113 | 2017-08-27 14:21:29 | 134.15 | 98% |