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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 264659 | 2025-03-08 19:57:12 | 178.79 | 98.9% |
| 263851 | 2025-02-19 04:11:33 | 152.61 | 98.1% |
| 258797 | 2024-10-26 16:46:19 | 171.39 | 98% |
| 227062 | 2024-06-05 23:01:12 | 173.95 | 98.4% |
| 111875 | 2024-02-24 17:26:09 | 153.10 | 97.7% |
| 103354 | 2024-01-20 00:47:14 | 157.03 | 98.1% |
| 66813 | 2023-10-14 20:18:54 | 145.84 | 98.4% |
| 62707 | 2023-09-16 18:37:32 | 137.43 | 97.8% |
| 55987 | 2023-08-21 02:42:27 | 132.03 | 96.4% |