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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 55377 | 2025-04-30 16:45:28 | 100.42 | 97% |
| 48218 | 2025-01-17 18:43:32 | 107.34 | 97.3% |
| 47390 | 2025-01-10 20:42:07 | 89.95 | 96.8% |
| 39135 | 2024-06-15 11:48:54 | 90.44 | 97.6% |
| 36324 | 2024-04-04 20:49:19 | 110.94 | 98.6% |
| 33587 | 2024-02-17 17:16:14 | 91.74 | 97.5% |
| 32679 | 2024-02-04 10:31:09 | 84.42 | 94.6% |
| 29342 | 2023-12-02 14:24:02 | 82.78 | 97.1% |
| 17076 | 2023-04-05 18:42:36 | 72.06 | 97% |
| 12294 | 2023-02-14 20:53:56 | 75.09 | 95% |
| 11707 | 2023-02-03 23:19:17 | 69.52 | 95% |
| 9104 | 2023-01-03 19:55:11 | 84.41 | 97% |
| 8882 | 2022-12-31 17:26:28 | 89.81 | 97% |
| 7887 | 2022-12-03 13:51:07 | 72.43 | 96% |
| 7666 | 2022-11-27 11:44:31 | 83.80 | 97% |
| 4970 | 2022-09-14 11:05:41 | 67.33 | 95% |