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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35988 | 2022-03-28 09:26:01 | 130.73 | 98% |
| 35121 | 2021-11-17 07:48:32 | 144.32 | 98% |
| 34962 | 2021-10-31 04:44:31 | 141.47 | 98% |
| 34443 | 2021-09-05 07:19:43 | 132.26 | 98% |
| 32827 | 2021-09-02 03:52:17 | 130.72 | 97% |
| 32727 | 2021-09-02 01:36:46 | 147.10 | 98% |
| 28950 | 2021-07-19 04:06:55 | 132.85 | 97% |
| 26551 | 2021-06-10 06:56:58 | 132.28 | 98% |
| 25608 | 2021-06-05 00:45:46 | 133.37 | 99% |
| 25384 | 2021-06-01 05:33:51 | 127.06 | 98% |
| 24267 | 2021-04-04 04:41:02 | 135.75 | 98% |
| 24057 | 2021-03-19 00:46:48 | 128.29 | 98% |
| 18547 | 2021-01-02 09:39:51 | 122.59 | 98% |
| 10527 | 2020-10-06 08:06:32 | 120.92 | 99% |
| 8810 | 2020-09-21 06:03:18 | 93.17 | 97% |
| 6279 | 2020-09-10 04:23:39 | 103.75 | 97% |
| 3138 | 2020-08-12 04:32:44 | 83.65 | 98% |