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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14881 | 2022-04-05 00:18:48 | 104.42 | 97% |
| 14295 | 2021-11-20 09:48:21 | 111.27 | 98% |
| 12818 | 2021-06-14 11:52:18 | 113.61 | 97% |
| 10133 | 2021-03-25 17:55:58 | 99.62 | 96% |
| 9204 | 2021-02-25 11:27:45 | 88.23 | 94.3% |
| 7577 | 2021-02-09 17:11:20 | 98.87 | 97.7% |
| 5688 | 2021-01-26 09:46:36 | 88.05 | 97% |
| 4321 | 2021-01-15 13:29:12 | 78.38 | 96% |