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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20964 | 2021-03-28 17:44:12 | 105.95 | 96% |
| 17643 | 2021-02-25 15:58:30 | 110.99 | 97.1% |
| 14610 | 2021-02-13 02:07:31 | 123.50 | 97.6% |
| 12410 | 2021-01-27 02:27:20 | 108.63 | 97% |
| 8418 | 2021-01-02 09:39:51 | 123.17 | 99% |
| 7277 | 2020-12-30 06:32:33 | 127.79 | 100% |
| 4322 | 2020-05-25 20:56:05 | 111.29 | 98% |
| 105 | 2020-04-03 19:19:28 | 105.60 | 96% |