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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20863 | 2022-12-26 13:10:14 | 105.26 | 98% |
| 19361 | 2022-11-20 12:40:30 | 86.03 | 96% |
| 15975 | 2022-04-29 19:56:44 | 101.84 | 98% |
| 15328 | 2022-02-13 17:08:11 | 106.90 | 99% |
| 13780 | 2022-01-10 14:08:51 | 108.27 | 99% |
| 11306 | 2021-12-09 20:29:59 | 87.70 | 96% |
| 3252 | 2020-01-20 20:43:19 | 71.64 | 97% |