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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22517 | 2024-08-25 14:58:05 | 145.86 | 98.4% |
| 20367 | 2024-07-22 02:31:07 | 152.51 | 98.1% |
| 18345 | 2024-06-25 04:11:49 | 159.98 | 99.8% |
| 13167 | 2024-04-23 16:09:33 | 144.46 | 98.2% |
| 9579 | 2024-03-12 00:08:14 | 143.86 | 99.3% |
| 9118 | 2024-03-05 14:03:32 | 144.29 | 99.5% |
| 6303 | 2024-02-17 18:22:11 | 151.04 | 99.3% |
| 5892 | 2024-02-16 03:34:37 | 138.59 | 99.5% |
| 5284 | 2024-02-13 15:04:41 | 137.78 | 97.9% |
| 4057 | 2024-02-05 13:33:46 | 150.87 | 100% |
| 939 | 2020-12-04 14:45:42 | 133.65 | 100% |