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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16742 | 2025-04-07 10:13:33 | 93.96 | 99% |
| 11006 | 2021-11-02 07:33:03 | 86.66 | 98% |
| 9986 | 2021-09-03 04:52:26 | 87.74 | 98% |
| 8654 | 2021-07-20 07:06:50 | 91.89 | 98% |
| 7722 | 2021-06-27 04:56:35 | 84.13 | 98% |
| 5380 | 2021-04-03 05:20:40 | 86.76 | 98% |
| 1441 | 2020-10-16 10:36:13 | 70.49 | 97% |