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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31274 | 2018-07-11 11:16:57 | 115.15 | 97% |
| 31013 | 2018-07-05 10:13:04 | 134.78 | 99% |
| 29737 | 2018-06-19 17:21:13 | 142.23 | 99% |
| 28333 | 2018-06-01 17:02:05 | 128.25 | 98% |
| 25481 | 2018-04-25 11:29:08 | 131.22 | 98% |
| 24425 | 2018-04-11 12:11:58 | 132.58 | 98% |
| 23332 | 2018-04-03 11:30:15 | 132.17 | 100% |
| 23322 | 2018-04-03 11:19:32 | 126.28 | 98% |
| 21962 | 2018-03-13 11:20:03 | 123.15 | 97% |
| 14038 | 2017-12-18 18:29:36 | 120.20 | 99% |
| 13526 | 2017-12-13 20:13:26 | 130.73 | 98% |
| 13253 | 2017-12-11 12:33:11 | 120.05 | 98% |
| 13149 | 2017-12-08 13:01:35 | 119.09 | 98% |
| 11515 | 2017-11-15 14:24:31 | 125.93 | 99% |
| 10508 | 2017-11-06 12:42:51 | 114.13 | 97% |
| 9559 | 2017-10-31 17:44:27 | 126.20 | 98% |
| 6435 | 2017-09-01 18:08:28 | 124.97 | 99% |