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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27929 | 2021-03-26 05:36:15 | 166.92 | 98% |
| 27433 | 2021-03-16 17:02:04 | 154.39 | 97% |
| 26637 | 2020-12-04 08:33:59 | 182.51 | 98% |
| 26409 | 2020-10-19 07:20:58 | 178.27 | 99% |
| 19099 | 2019-07-02 14:08:03 | 168.88 | 99% |
| 13332 | 2019-02-10 00:08:20 | 149.84 | 97% |
| 11999 | 2019-02-02 08:50:07 | 168.20 | 98% |
| 10376 | 2019-01-27 03:37:28 | 158.92 | 99% |
| 6189 | 2018-07-11 23:46:06 | 140.73 | 98% |
| 3659 | 2018-05-07 10:29:57 | 156.51 | 98% |
| 1977 | 2018-03-02 17:10:12 | 148.32 | 98% |
| 779 | 2018-02-19 18:38:30 | 166.03 | 100% |