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 |
---|---|---|---|
88324 | 2021-12-26 12:05:42 | 117.94 | 99% |
84081 | 2021-02-11 10:59:21 | 101.24 | 97% |
84054 | 2021-02-11 00:12:12 | 87.28 | 98% |
79381 | 2020-11-15 05:07:34 | 92.83 | 96% |
75742 | 2020-10-16 10:35:57 | 93.52 | 96% |
70214 | 2020-05-12 23:08:12 | 98.78 | 97% |
67629 | 2020-02-14 10:09:36 | 91.78 | 96% |
60159 | 2019-09-06 11:34:00 | 79.76 | 95% |
59852 | 2019-09-01 23:04:19 | 99.62 | 97% |
57008 | 2019-06-14 12:05:58 | 84.88 | 96% |
56658 | 2019-06-05 19:18:33 | 100.33 | 97% |
48481 | 2019-01-29 22:04:20 | 86.40 | 96% |
48294 | 2019-01-28 07:45:00 | 107.37 | 97% |
43255 | 2018-12-04 10:36:14 | 111.92 | 98% |
31000 | 2018-08-29 15:21:44 | 89.54 | 96% |
29431 | 2018-08-20 08:05:19 | 96.41 | 97% |
6424 | 2017-10-27 15:51:56 | 85.96 | 97% |