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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43541 | 2023-08-26 12:18:11 | 104.90 | 99% |
| 21208 | 2018-01-05 20:53:12 | 97.13 | 97% |
| 20558 | 2017-12-19 05:18:17 | 104.37 | 97% |
| 20074 | 2017-12-07 04:19:56 | 92.56 | 96% |
| 19096 | 2017-11-29 04:43:31 | 94.25 | 97% |
| 19026 | 2017-11-29 01:34:45 | 94.87 | 98% |
| 18845 | 2017-11-28 04:15:03 | 100.32 | 98% |
| 18321 | 2017-11-26 20:21:12 | 93.78 | 97% |
| 15674 | 2017-11-10 09:07:34 | 90.64 | 98% |
| 14562 | 2017-11-05 22:20:28 | 96.22 | 98% |
| 14088 | 2017-11-04 01:37:21 | 87.23 | 96% |