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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14298 | 2023-10-31 07:28:18 | 121.24 | 99.7% |
| 12838 | 2023-09-05 15:52:53 | 110.00 | 98.7% |
| 12800 | 2023-09-03 12:49:53 | 94.81 | 97.3% |
| 10365 | 2023-01-17 12:57:46 | 119.33 | 99% |
| 9004 | 2022-12-08 16:01:34 | 88.47 | 97% |
| 6859 | 2022-07-08 13:17:58 | 103.95 | 97% |
| 5858 | 2022-06-20 12:53:39 | 97.58 | 97% |
| 5710 | 2022-06-17 08:47:52 | 105.92 | 100% |
| 2129 | 2022-04-13 15:38:23 | 98.80 | 98% |
| 1306 | 2021-09-26 13:47:25 | 89.92 | 97% |