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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18512 | 2022-01-31 05:24:11 | 116.09 | 98% |
| 17316 | 2021-12-08 11:18:21 | 107.43 | 99% |
| 16420 | 2021-11-23 06:44:49 | 111.42 | 99% |
| 12364 | 2021-09-10 13:43:02 | 109.12 | 98% |
| 7665 | 2021-06-22 07:46:49 | 109.84 | 99% |
| 6545 | 2021-06-04 16:28:52 | 107.60 | 100% |
| 2224 | 2021-04-07 11:13:03 | 104.64 | 98% |