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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20469 | 2024-04-25 16:02:34 | 116.04 | 97.7% |
| 19892 | 2023-11-22 03:04:31 | 104.78 | 97.5% |
| 18096 | 2022-04-17 11:35:00 | 92.91 | 97% |
| 15053 | 2021-02-15 00:08:59 | 96.09 | 96.3% |
| 3688 | 2019-10-27 06:35:10 | 85.87 | 96% |
| 3006 | 2019-10-18 22:07:41 | 76.67 | 96% |
| 3001 | 2019-10-18 21:04:23 | 83.10 | 97% |
| 1974 | 2019-08-02 23:10:55 | 70.00 | 95% |
| 553 | 2018-11-20 06:39:32 | 62.75 | 94% |