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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33618 | 2025-11-21 07:59:14 | 107.68 | 98% |
| 33573 | 2025-11-20 11:02:17 | 100.99 | 98% |
| 26107 | 2025-02-10 07:39:32 | 108.88 | 99% |
| 22086 | 2024-06-14 08:41:25 | 104.79 | 98.8% |
| 21360 | 2024-04-12 15:39:54 | 122.29 | 99.3% |
| 17774 | 2023-04-24 17:10:18 | 102.22 | 99% |
| 17155 | 2023-04-03 17:27:07 | 102.49 | 99% |
| 11142 | 2022-03-11 15:57:35 | 96.99 | 99% |
| 10788 | 2022-02-15 16:41:16 | 97.69 | 99% |
| 8123 | 2021-09-04 15:35:40 | 91.58 | 98% |
| 7591 | 2021-08-06 16:01:47 | 97.25 | 99% |
| 7523 | 2021-08-01 14:07:36 | 93.70 | 98% |
| 5263 | 2021-04-21 13:20:07 | 98.30 | 99% |
| 1859 | 2020-10-13 09:24:22 | 89.94 | 97% |