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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33416 | 2022-12-23 14:24:15 | 92.08 | 96% |
| 32237 | 2022-08-02 17:42:34 | 121.57 | 99% |
| 23153 | 2021-09-28 10:04:58 | 123.28 | 98% |
| 22454 | 2021-09-19 08:43:53 | 113.23 | 97% |
| 17571 | 2021-05-09 15:23:47 | 111.39 | 98% |
| 17249 | 2021-04-30 16:50:16 | 96.97 | 98% |
| 17014 | 2021-04-26 13:11:18 | 105.83 | 96% |
| 12830 | 2020-10-03 16:30:57 | 122.23 | 99% |
| 11448 | 2020-08-27 12:06:40 | 108.13 | 97% |
| 9328 | 2020-07-20 06:37:42 | 101.00 | 99% |
| 8715 | 2020-06-28 06:07:19 | 98.82 | 97% |
| 8328 | 2020-06-15 07:44:21 | 89.09 | 96% |
| 163 | 2019-06-28 15:24:41 | 88.95 | 97% |