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 |
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90231 | 2023-02-12 22:51:32 | 144.56 | 98% |
89249 | 2023-02-04 22:32:52 | 159.11 | 99% |
85149 | 2022-11-20 22:58:20 | 154.11 | 99% |
85103 | 2022-11-20 22:27:19 | 136.75 | 97% |
82133 | 2022-11-05 11:39:45 | 139.32 | 98% |
77785 | 2022-10-23 14:06:27 | 148.46 | 99% |
73892 | 2022-10-13 21:05:13 | 135.36 | 98% |
73172 | 2022-10-11 22:22:41 | 151.75 | 98% |
72980 | 2022-10-11 15:02:55 | 153.52 | 99% |
72887 | 2022-10-11 13:02:03 | 152.39 | 99% |
70552 | 2022-10-02 19:45:51 | 136.09 | 97% |
66879 | 2022-09-20 17:46:27 | 124.81 | 96% |
66516 | 2022-09-18 17:00:41 | 135.40 | 98% |
62900 | 2022-08-26 18:30:07 | 135.43 | 98% |
57150 | 2019-05-02 12:27:00 | 123.96 | 98% |
53096 | 2018-07-10 07:33:29 | 102.40 | 96% |
52949 | 2018-06-15 08:42:48 | 113.90 | 97% |
49524 | 2018-01-25 16:36:54 | 109.17 | 97% |