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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4179 | 2021-05-13 19:15:35 | 115.52 | 98% |
| 4122 | 2021-05-10 13:08:36 | 123.64 | 99% |
| 4071 | 2021-05-07 08:20:27 | 111.44 | 97% |
| 3988 | 2021-04-26 13:11:13 | 120.87 | 98% |
| 2075 | 2020-11-04 15:25:34 | 118.30 | 98% |
| 581 | 2018-05-14 09:37:25 | 95.45 | 98% |