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 |
---|---|---|---|
62083 | 2022-06-08 22:22:40 | 103.39 | 97% |
55624 | 2021-09-20 17:53:54 | 96.94 | 95% |
53815 | 2021-08-22 17:21:40 | 109.12 | 97% |
52326 | 2021-07-11 16:03:32 | 93.54 | 96% |
52265 | 2021-07-08 14:23:01 | 101.10 | 96% |
51319 | 2021-06-25 04:21:09 | 103.37 | 97% |
51211 | 2021-06-24 22:20:47 | 106.40 | 97% |
49717 | 2021-06-11 00:51:37 | 102.47 | 97% |
47601 | 2021-05-27 20:06:46 | 91.96 | 96% |
46592 | 2021-05-22 22:52:17 | 100.84 | 98% |
44144 | 2021-03-21 12:51:18 | 95.73 | 98% |
29517 | 2019-08-16 12:53:11 | 94.66 | 97% |
28052 | 2019-08-06 10:06:29 | 85.97 | 97% |
27567 | 2019-08-02 23:53:09 | 102.40 | 98% |
11906 | 2018-08-04 00:06:33 | 81.42 | 97% |
9392 | 2018-06-25 10:41:09 | 71.93 | 97% |
4662 | 2018-05-02 21:56:25 | 65.11 | 96% |
2486 | 2018-04-16 21:20:48 | 53.42 | 95% |