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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11898 | 2022-07-10 20:06:50 | 124.97 | 100% |
| 8834 | 2018-08-22 19:39:51 | 134.78 | 100% |
| 8181 | 2018-08-02 07:03:10 | 142.32 | 100% |
| 7806 | 2018-07-21 06:02:10 | 132.57 | 99% |
| 7708 | 2018-07-16 05:37:25 | 136.57 | 99% |
| 7416 | 2018-06-24 18:43:29 | 131.57 | 98% |
| 5953 | 2018-04-21 18:16:57 | 128.75 | 99% |