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 |
---|---|---|---|
126835 | 2021-01-05 01:16:06 | 177.34 | 100% |
121421 | 2020-07-12 21:21:32 | 157.28 | 98% |
117829 | 2020-04-01 23:56:32 | 110.16 | 96% |
109561 | 2019-09-23 19:16:19 | 112.69 | 95% |
105599 | 2019-08-07 00:15:05 | 173.44 | 99% |
105192 | 2019-07-29 20:51:54 | 129.54 | 97% |
104182 | 2019-06-18 02:28:53 | 119.46 | 96% |
92665 | 2019-02-15 01:52:45 | 146.19 | 98% |
91871 | 2019-02-11 03:21:25 | 140.58 | 98% |
74576 | 2018-10-11 21:59:18 | 103.91 | 95% |
59109 | 2018-07-29 17:52:26 | 113.16 | 96% |
53806 | 2018-06-13 02:30:10 | 137.31 | 98% |
50665 | 2018-04-19 20:54:15 | 133.78 | 98% |
44549 | 2017-12-31 15:51:54 | 114.74 | 97% |
43046 | 2017-12-14 03:15:28 | 111.85 | 96% |
41839 | 2017-11-29 01:08:14 | 135.11 | 98% |
37690 | 2017-10-07 19:00:09 | 131.66 | 97% |
36742 | 2017-09-23 05:20:13 | 117.20 | 96% |
36646 | 2017-09-21 19:31:54 | 135.64 | 98% |