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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26491 | 2024-01-10 10:36:32 | 82.96 | 97.2% |
| 25309 | 2022-09-23 11:01:03 | 86.47 | 99% |
| 23748 | 2021-09-29 03:21:40 | 80.10 | 99% |
| 15233 | 2018-01-01 19:58:18 | 84.23 | 99% |
| 15127 | 2017-11-12 00:39:53 | 79.56 | 98% |
| 14923 | 2017-10-16 23:57:59 | 79.69 | 99% |
| 14624 | 2017-09-19 20:15:26 | 79.01 | 98% |