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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58918 | 2024-01-15 22:48:32 | 95.71 | 98.6% |
| 57693 | 2023-06-06 17:12:31 | 103.77 | 98% |
| 53117 | 2022-09-20 17:46:38 | 96.18 | 98% |
| 50871 | 2022-06-22 21:01:28 | 85.41 | 97% |
| 37777 | 2020-02-02 13:56:40 | 91.43 | 99% |
| 32946 | 2019-04-14 14:48:42 | 97.89 | 99% |
| 27314 | 2018-08-16 14:05:58 | 97.01 | 98% |