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 |
---|---|---|---|
50725 | 2024-03-19 05:51:44 | 144.34 | 99.3% |
47693 | 2023-02-15 03:27:15 | 134.99 | 98% |
46822 | 2023-01-11 23:47:03 | 150.28 | 99% |
44147 | 2021-08-15 00:24:08 | 143.55 | 99% |
44013 | 2021-08-09 22:58:27 | 131.48 | 99% |
43391 | 2021-07-14 07:33:18 | 126.76 | 98% |
36247 | 2020-10-31 23:37:17 | 138.59 | 99% |
35847 | 2020-10-23 20:36:51 | 122.08 | 99% |
27110 | 2020-03-24 03:40:03 | 136.11 | 99% |
16768 | 2019-05-27 21:47:35 | 124.71 | 98% |
16210 | 2019-05-11 23:20:26 | 121.17 | 96% |
15638 | 2019-04-21 16:24:19 | 110.72 | 96% |
15211 | 2019-04-11 21:51:42 | 123.26 | 98% |
12382 | 2019-01-01 23:18:12 | 112.97 | 98% |
11988 | 2018-12-20 19:21:56 | 122.13 | 99% |
9817 | 2018-09-18 22:12:22 | 121.99 | 99% |
9622 | 2018-09-12 23:08:03 | 122.58 | 99% |
6346 | 2018-08-10 00:22:57 | 109.58 | 100% |