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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19100 | 2023-08-08 10:34:11 | 91.64 | 99% |
| 17003 | 2022-04-03 09:02:01 | 91.18 | 99% |
| 15614 | 2021-06-23 01:30:47 | 89.13 | 99% |
| 14680 | 2021-05-23 05:21:58 | 91.40 | 99% |
| 6268 | 2019-07-12 00:00:25 | 76.95 | 98% |
| 5434 | 2018-10-16 23:53:46 | 60.13 | 97% |