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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7126 | 2024-05-09 11:24:37 | 82.62 | 97.3% |
| 6186 | 2024-01-23 00:01:18 | 72.64 | 96.6% |
| 5346 | 2023-09-17 11:01:26 | 85.43 | 98.1% |
| 4141 | 2023-06-23 21:59:56 | 74.61 | 97.9% |
| 3363 | 2023-05-26 08:01:15 | 76.71 | 97.6% |