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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9578 | 2021-10-20 20:34:07 | 82.54 | 98% |
| 8460 | 2021-02-23 20:22:19 | 79.36 | 97.3% |
| 8057 | 2021-02-05 14:15:27 | 80.68 | 96% |
| 6585 | 2020-12-11 15:08:03 | 89.05 | 100% |
| 1838 | 2017-10-30 13:58:36 | 71.87 | 98% |
| 419 | 2017-09-17 23:47:00 | 69.24 | 97% |