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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5706 | 2025-04-11 21:00:35 | 96.25 | 97.9% |
| 4914 | 2022-06-10 05:03:18 | 85.87 | 97% |
| 2718 | 2021-12-01 09:55:34 | 87.07 | 98% |
| 2575 | 2021-11-28 14:58:13 | 83.12 | 97% |
| 1990 | 2021-11-05 10:24:11 | 81.16 | 97% |