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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28218 | 2024-07-28 17:05:22 | 102.12 | 98.3% |
| 25589 | 2022-02-06 16:23:01 | 103.52 | 98% |
| 24120 | 2021-12-02 00:11:05 | 100.27 | 98% |
| 20479 | 2021-05-09 16:46:57 | 103.58 | 99% |
| 17706 | 2021-02-09 21:07:23 | 97.22 | 98% |
| 17136 | 2021-01-31 22:41:58 | 94.21 | 97.9% |
| 16894 | 2021-01-22 16:42:39 | 102.21 | 99% |
| 7823 | 2020-04-24 01:57:32 | 97.94 | 99% |
| 7687 | 2020-04-21 22:56:19 | 90.63 | 98% |