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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10041 | 2023-09-06 09:30:21 | 93.21 | 97% |
| 9043 | 2023-06-26 04:39:03 | 101.11 | 98% |
| 8295 | 2023-05-06 15:37:31 | 73.96 | 97% |
| 8221 | 2023-05-04 03:50:30 | 90.18 | 98% |
| 8053 | 2023-04-29 13:28:34 | 82.95 | 97% |
| 6296 | 2023-01-29 13:14:45 | 93.84 | 97% |
| 4373 | 2022-12-09 13:58:42 | 82.92 | 98% |