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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10357 | 2021-08-21 08:56:45 | 91.79 | 96% |
| 8659 | 2021-06-23 14:43:04 | 87.56 | 96% |
| 5773 | 2021-04-27 06:37:59 | 86.63 | 97% |
| 5100 | 2021-04-17 08:30:08 | 92.62 | 97% |
| 3959 | 2021-04-01 07:51:05 | 88.16 | 97% |
| 2934 | 2021-03-13 05:10:57 | 80.53 | 96% |
| 1763 | 2021-02-22 01:04:15 | 79.44 | 97.1% |
| 1602 | 2021-02-20 15:36:58 | 76.06 | 96.6% |
| 1196 | 2021-02-15 09:54:20 | 70.02 | 95.9% |
| 230 | 2021-02-10 09:28:11 | 70.42 | 95.9% |