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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23883 | 2021-06-09 03:01:58 | 108.80 | 97% |
| 18248 | 2021-01-04 09:51:01 | 118.67 | 99% |
| 18156 | 2021-01-04 02:24:55 | 109.53 | 98% |
| 12588 | 2020-06-25 10:41:49 | 119.25 | 99% |
| 9903 | 2020-04-16 01:59:28 | 105.86 | 98% |
| 6773 | 2019-07-23 06:48:17 | 102.73 | 98% |