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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 65920 | 2023-09-04 02:11:48 | 174.27 | 98.2% |
| 64950 | 2023-08-24 02:19:45 | 178.74 | 99.1% |
| 53280 | 2023-01-28 04:11:47 | 166.69 | 98% |
| 33597 | 2022-03-17 19:23:45 | 169.71 | 99% |
| 31279 | 2022-02-21 20:58:38 | 180.75 | 99% |
| 27138 | 2021-12-29 21:01:17 | 173.36 | 99% |
| 12858 | 2021-04-19 22:28:19 | 156.36 | 98% |
| 9642 | 2021-03-12 01:42:22 | 163.55 | 99% |
| 9641 | 2021-03-12 01:41:02 | 151.27 | 98% |