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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28815 | 2025-01-03 09:52:26 | 85.85 | 97.1% |
| 26148 | 2024-01-24 09:16:54 | 89.65 | 97% |
| 20450 | 2023-02-19 14:10:34 | 75.45 | 96% |
| 19829 | 2023-01-07 06:19:01 | 76.66 | 97% |
| 16995 | 2022-05-16 06:39:21 | 82.89 | 97% |
| 7792 | 2021-05-04 15:33:18 | 79.05 | 98% |