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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15704 | 2024-10-15 06:06:58 | 83.57 | 97.4% |
| 14949 | 2022-04-27 01:44:31 | 92.17 | 98% |
| 6063 | 2020-02-22 13:08:00 | 84.59 | 97% |
| 4437 | 2019-11-29 07:48:39 | 84.49 | 98% |
| 699 | 2019-03-06 05:32:56 | 66.53 | 96% |
| 446 | 2019-02-22 05:25:39 | 66.38 | 97% |