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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29630 | 2022-09-14 12:57:21 | 54.17 | 99% |
| 28076 | 2022-07-11 02:01:02 | 52.10 | 99% |
| 26153 | 2022-03-21 00:10:41 | 49.34 | 98% |
| 24214 | 2022-01-18 02:29:06 | 47.85 | 98% |
| 10754 | 2021-01-22 14:29:08 | 45.85 | 97% |
| 8835 | 2020-12-15 20:29:41 | 42.90 | 97% |