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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15500 | 2017-11-29 20:17:29 | 90.70 | 97% |
| 12026 | 2017-11-16 11:06:16 | 104.29 | 99% |
| 9808 | 2017-11-09 22:15:50 | 105.53 | 99% |
| 6703 | 2017-10-29 09:59:29 | 93.66 | 98% |
| 6339 | 2017-10-27 21:35:12 | 97.93 | 98% |
| 4787 | 2017-10-24 21:11:25 | 100.47 | 99% |
| 3822 | 2017-10-23 15:28:48 | 103.33 | 99% |
| 2303 | 2017-10-14 12:06:57 | 89.86 | 98% |