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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8882 | 2023-12-29 01:19:23 | 161.75 | 99.3% |
| 6687 | 2023-03-24 04:10:29 | 144.69 | 100% |
| 4987 | 2022-10-20 00:22:49 | 132.87 | 99% |
| 4980 | 2022-10-19 01:27:19 | 143.02 | 99% |
| 1385 | 2022-04-05 03:10:05 | 128.33 | 98% |
| 960 | 2022-03-25 22:15:19 | 150.85 | 99% |