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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35372 | 2021-02-17 16:32:15 | 158.91 | 100% |
| 32437 | 2020-11-13 09:41:51 | 144.80 | 98% |
| 31547 | 2020-10-21 13:09:38 | 146.12 | 99% |
| 25721 | 2019-11-21 07:11:22 | 161.26 | 100% |
| 23075 | 2019-07-25 12:59:41 | 150.07 | 100% |
| 21903 | 2019-02-22 09:43:02 | 150.79 | 99% |
| 20318 | 2018-09-16 09:11:48 | 149.39 | 99% |
| 18327 | 2018-06-23 01:53:34 | 126.41 | 98% |