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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28573 | 2023-11-22 18:45:58 | 97.18 | 98.2% |
| 21713 | 2022-04-25 06:50:14 | 84.70 | 96% |
| 19781 | 2022-04-05 11:14:05 | 92.26 | 97% |
| 15916 | 2022-02-27 13:14:43 | 96.27 | 98% |
| 6546 | 2021-03-18 09:48:26 | 73.96 | 95% |
| 6519 | 2021-03-18 09:10:43 | 72.08 | 98% |
| 3675 | 2019-11-02 17:03:23 | 61.68 | 94% |