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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18836 | 2023-12-25 06:44:36 | 86.28 | 98.1% |
| 16920 | 2023-07-25 03:43:41 | 84.06 | 97.1% |
| 15850 | 2022-04-21 00:24:46 | 83.06 | 99% |
| 14280 | 2021-07-25 08:31:14 | 77.82 | 97% |
| 13598 | 2021-07-03 11:22:06 | 82.01 | 98% |
| 1766 | 2020-08-27 18:49:51 | 56.32 | 95% |