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 |
---|---|---|---|
21128 | 2022-09-02 17:29:28 | 108.77 | 98% |
17134 | 2021-08-24 21:16:02 | 95.29 | 97% |
16789 | 2021-08-15 13:05:03 | 91.69 | 95% |
14135 | 2021-04-29 16:01:51 | 93.47 | 97% |
12029 | 2021-03-31 21:27:31 | 88.93 | 96% |
11409 | 2021-03-26 23:27:55 | 76.88 | 96% |
11404 | 2021-03-26 22:18:36 | 80.88 | 95% |
9194 | 2021-01-30 15:03:40 | 77.69 | 95.8% |
3086 | 2020-10-02 15:47:45 | 87.72 | 97% |
2110 | 2020-09-10 21:01:25 | 79.34 | 95% |