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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15414 | 2023-05-20 12:45:02 | 122.72 | 99% |
| 14520 | 2023-03-01 16:03:16 | 126.11 | 99% |
| 12926 | 2022-12-27 14:45:41 | 117.06 | 98% |
| 11347 | 2022-10-04 01:19:41 | 119.39 | 98% |
| 8207 | 2022-05-20 20:45:47 | 111.78 | 98% |
| 7501 | 2022-04-17 21:39:47 | 104.76 | 96% |
| 7235 | 2022-04-08 20:32:53 | 117.88 | 97% |
| 728 | 2020-10-14 00:55:15 | 68.25 | 96% |