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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 65316 | 2024-01-10 02:37:08 | 88.28 | 99.3% |
| 53598 | 2023-03-31 16:21:01 | 88.94 | 98% |
| 53432 | 2023-03-25 15:49:35 | 91.03 | 99% |
| 51959 | 2023-01-21 13:24:06 | 75.93 | 97% |
| 50154 | 2022-08-22 16:52:02 | 78.16 | 99% |
| 47289 | 2022-05-16 17:45:37 | 86.70 | 99% |
| 47025 | 2022-05-04 16:57:04 | 77.69 | 98% |
| 44993 | 2021-09-13 09:23:06 | 83.63 | 98% |
| 42274 | 2021-05-16 15:02:02 | 83.87 | 99% |
| 28542 | 2020-07-12 17:42:50 | 77.86 | 97% |
| 27600 | 2020-04-22 16:50:26 | 88.92 | 99% |
| 16075 | 2018-08-21 03:23:12 | 70.87 | 98% |