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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14412 | 2023-10-03 13:45:51 | 75.19 | 97.5% |
| 14150 | 2023-07-13 07:39:43 | 77.36 | 98% |
| 12308 | 2022-01-25 11:36:05 | 81.67 | 97% |
| 11561 | 2021-12-31 08:22:02 | 89.36 | 97% |
| 8675 | 2021-10-12 13:19:51 | 79.68 | 97% |
| 8521 | 2021-10-11 07:41:16 | 83.79 | 96% |
| 6724 | 2021-09-08 03:50:30 | 61.93 | 95% |