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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40623 | 2023-12-22 20:58:51 | 129.34 | 99% |
| 39982 | 2023-12-08 17:02:28 | 125.71 | 98.4% |
| 34018 | 2023-07-21 18:24:40 | 121.72 | 97.5% |
| 33576 | 2023-07-09 13:07:29 | 127.86 | 98% |
| 29777 | 2023-01-24 14:12:15 | 107.79 | 97% |
| 29647 | 2023-01-23 13:01:56 | 102.85 | 97% |
| 27333 | 2022-12-30 21:47:45 | 97.25 | 98% |
| 24295 | 2022-11-29 22:14:03 | 109.36 | 96% |
| 18002 | 2022-08-06 20:03:22 | 77.68 | 95% |
| 14537 | 2022-06-23 14:17:48 | 104.98 | 97% |
| 9114 | 2022-03-31 20:58:34 | 100.64 | 98% |
| 8421 | 2022-03-22 21:26:58 | 99.69 | 96% |
| 7315 | 2022-03-08 09:17:56 | 83.99 | 97% |
| 4150 | 2022-01-25 09:15:34 | 112.90 | 98% |
| 1214 | 2021-12-18 13:07:36 | 112.63 | 97% |
| 207 | 2021-12-05 14:39:45 | 109.87 | 97% |