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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14102 | 2025-06-19 17:57:44 | 106.62 | 98% |
| 12850 | 2025-03-08 19:46:09 | 104.08 | 96% |
| 5160 | 2022-02-13 17:08:11 | 108.39 | 98% |
| 4063 | 2022-01-03 18:09:17 | 98.96 | 97% |
| 1490 | 2021-11-06 17:03:23 | 105.25 | 97% |