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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14431 | 2022-06-18 21:39:36 | 110.41 | 98% |
| 10558 | 2021-08-14 18:11:23 | 123.62 | 99% |
| 7565 | 2021-05-06 10:23:59 | 111.09 | 99% |
| 7145 | 2021-04-29 07:43:59 | 109.15 | 99% |
| 2765 | 2021-03-16 10:00:17 | 107.43 | 99% |
| 883 | 2021-02-15 00:08:55 | 105.09 | 97.9% |