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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6407 | 2022-11-26 19:35:00 | 108.73 | 98% |
| 5540 | 2022-03-13 20:28:56 | 100.74 | 97% |
| 4927 | 2020-11-07 14:22:35 | 92.99 | 96% |
| 4061 | 2020-07-19 00:39:28 | 87.91 | 96% |
| 1708 | 2020-01-19 18:00:46 | 95.24 | 96% |
| 1284 | 2019-02-22 02:01:23 | 78.66 | 96% |