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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67363 | 2024-05-19 12:39:58 | 140.27 | 98.5% |
| 61863 | 2022-08-06 14:53:56 | 156.04 | 98% |
| 58680 | 2022-07-03 15:09:33 | 145.25 | 99% |
| 54852 | 2021-04-19 22:28:25 | 130.78 | 98% |
| 43774 | 2020-03-22 14:09:38 | 156.06 | 99% |
| 39378 | 2020-03-05 14:04:52 | 171.26 | 99% |
| 35389 | 2020-01-18 20:40:38 | 166.25 | 99% |
| 34717 | 2020-01-14 18:25:06 | 162.58 | 99% |
| 32750 | 2019-09-21 14:33:49 | 121.42 | 97% |
| 26123 | 2019-07-29 20:51:51 | 140.81 | 98% |
| 10816 | 2018-06-16 19:03:28 | 151.02 | 98% |
| 10625 | 2018-06-12 18:05:43 | 144.25 | 97% |
| 6976 | 2018-05-02 14:46:24 | 166.00 | 99% |
| 2328 | 2018-03-25 10:16:35 | 167.63 | 97% |
| 1804 | 2018-03-19 20:24:22 | 155.58 | 98% |
| 518 | 2018-03-08 22:52:41 | 159.71 | 98% |