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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9160 | 2021-09-24 20:28:38 | 123.57 | 98% |
| 8130 | 2021-01-11 18:07:22 | 119.52 | 98% |
| 5948 | 2020-10-26 00:38:50 | 117.09 | 98% |
| 4933 | 2020-09-24 16:22:22 | 112.95 | 98% |
| 3335 | 2020-07-19 13:17:34 | 101.90 | 96% |
| 962 | 2020-01-09 22:44:35 | 107.56 | 98% |
| 86 | 2018-07-02 00:45:52 | 85.57 | 96% |