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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48770 | 2023-12-31 05:45:25 | 96.62 | 97% |
| 47243 | 2023-06-08 19:05:53 | 86.64 | 97% |
| 44429 | 2021-02-07 04:13:41 | 128.80 | 99.3% |
| 34609 | 2020-07-13 06:14:22 | 125.54 | 100% |
| 27575 | 2020-03-15 18:51:21 | 107.82 | 98% |
| 27423 | 2020-03-15 08:19:33 | 110.27 | 98% |
| 22963 | 2019-12-21 21:51:37 | 108.68 | 98% |
| 19624 | 2019-10-20 23:22:58 | 114.86 | 99% |
| 11367 | 2019-02-16 11:28:03 | 105.52 | 98% |
| 6772 | 2018-06-29 01:00:09 | 112.42 | 99% |
| 6002 | 2018-06-14 00:54:27 | 99.74 | 99% |
| 5891 | 2018-06-12 00:32:00 | 97.39 | 98% |
| 5267 | 2018-02-01 08:31:29 | 98.87 | 99% |