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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9315 | 2024-02-18 17:41:44 | 130.81 | 99% |
| 8875 | 2024-01-06 21:37:39 | 131.18 | 100% |
| 6998 | 2021-12-10 02:40:26 | 132.74 | 99% |
| 5972 | 2020-02-11 07:33:40 | 123.90 | 99% |
| 5688 | 2019-11-10 17:09:07 | 122.67 | 98% |
| 5104 | 2019-10-28 20:08:26 | 109.02 | 98% |