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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 57129 | 2020-07-27 13:30:47 | 71.87 | 96% |
| 46025 | 2020-06-01 03:47:51 | 127.71 | 97% |
| 44259 | 2020-05-22 11:26:43 | 122.19 | 97% |
| 40652 | 2020-05-05 06:43:58 | 110.33 | 97% |
| 37348 | 2020-04-16 01:59:20 | 130.65 | 98% |
| 29093 | 2020-02-09 02:35:01 | 125.51 | 98% |
| 13587 | 2019-08-12 09:15:30 | 127.71 | 98% |
| 5124 | 2019-03-31 03:35:49 | 115.93 | 98% |
| 2938 | 2019-01-01 13:42:32 | 123.37 | 98% |
| 2685 | 2018-12-31 08:15:20 | 108.26 | 97% |