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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8225 | 2022-03-11 10:08:19 | 119.66 | 98% |
| 7802 | 2021-05-17 02:40:23 | 103.99 | 98% |
| 7296 | 2021-04-25 15:09:44 | 120.87 | 98% |
| 6433 | 2020-07-26 19:55:01 | 105.41 | 97% |
| 4786 | 2019-03-15 19:34:34 | 89.78 | 97% |
| 3161 | 2018-06-20 17:44:02 | 62.79 | 97% |