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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12043 | 2022-10-10 19:51:59 | 96.96 | 98% |
| 7438 | 2018-12-18 01:54:25 | 101.40 | 98% |
| 3890 | 2017-11-13 01:54:44 | 92.21 | 97% |
| 3217 | 2017-11-06 03:23:24 | 90.47 | 96% |
| 1596 | 2017-10-09 05:16:36 | 93.07 | 97% |