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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20723 | 2023-11-27 01:30:24 | 161.09 | 98.8% |
| 17287 | 2023-06-03 00:27:09 | 158.75 | 99% |
| 16652 | 2023-03-29 05:11:28 | 156.61 | 99% |
| 15712 | 2023-03-09 02:50:29 | 159.33 | 100% |
| 15542 | 2023-03-05 02:50:56 | 144.64 | 99% |
| 6140 | 2019-02-02 03:41:03 | 142.45 | 99% |
| 5574 | 2019-01-25 16:39:31 | 127.85 | 98% |
| 3889 | 2018-09-04 22:04:29 | 112.42 | 99% |
| 2255 | 2018-08-06 08:46:59 | 119.74 | 98% |