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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25932 | 2025-07-04 17:08:33 | 144.95 | 99% |
| 23280 | 2024-12-07 09:06:48 | 108.93 | 97.7% |
| 22425 | 2024-10-27 11:52:26 | 120.75 | 97.3% |
| 22140 | 2024-10-11 20:14:34 | 119.74 | 97.7% |
| 20910 | 2023-03-24 02:53:08 | 116.82 | 98% |
| 12189 | 2019-03-25 17:43:01 | 112.69 | 98% |
| 11399 | 2019-03-18 17:44:11 | 82.12 | 95% |
| 3803 | 2019-01-11 14:47:23 | 94.76 | 97% |
| 901 | 2018-11-18 05:12:51 | 75.39 | 95% |