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 |
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297743 | 2021-01-18 10:26:37 | 154.12 | 95% |
285845 | 2019-03-04 20:07:24 | 108.89 | 95% |
285844 | 2019-03-04 20:06:33 | 110.38 | 95% |
280658 | 2019-01-27 20:36:43 | 156.39 | 98% |
275697 | 2018-12-02 20:43:36 | 180.27 | 99% |
260884 | 2018-09-28 23:18:51 | 162.57 | 97% |
249017 | 2018-08-31 23:37:53 | 143.21 | 97% |
248563 | 2018-08-31 02:47:20 | 157.75 | 98% |
247419 | 2018-08-30 04:11:40 | 133.23 | 97% |
241116 | 2018-08-17 05:17:50 | 147.06 | 98% |
240443 | 2018-08-16 02:28:25 | 149.84 | 97% |
238118 | 2018-05-17 21:36:14 | 151.91 | 98% |
220990 | 2018-01-13 05:42:03 | 152.42 | 100% |
220869 | 2018-01-13 03:10:34 | 146.20 | 99% |
213544 | 2017-12-09 05:58:12 | 151.96 | 99% |
212747 | 2017-12-06 19:55:20 | 163.76 | 99% |
202208 | 2017-11-09 22:15:41 | 131.34 | 97% |
192040 | 2017-10-02 03:29:02 | 148.53 | 96% |
187686 | 2017-09-10 02:32:35 | 152.39 | 99% |