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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28862 | 2020-11-05 05:20:07 | 153.10 | 98% |
| 26193 | 2020-06-08 18:25:41 | 151.33 | 98% |
| 22866 | 2019-04-07 19:25:44 | 146.85 | 98% |
| 22283 | 2019-03-26 19:37:50 | 123.79 | 97% |
| 19325 | 2019-01-11 01:11:38 | 150.90 | 98% |
| 13255 | 2018-09-29 16:24:14 | 115.93 | 97% |
| 13091 | 2018-09-29 10:58:37 | 121.27 | 96% |
| 7944 | 2018-08-23 17:41:01 | 115.57 | 97% |
| 7658 | 2018-08-22 13:07:07 | 117.10 | 97% |
| 5102 | 2018-08-06 00:54:49 | 129.79 | 97% |
| 1832 | 2018-07-14 00:24:59 | 122.84 | 98% |