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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40538 | 2024-04-12 16:52:36 | 161.03 | 97.7% |
| 38396 | 2024-03-18 18:31:56 | 161.46 | 98% |
| 37527 | 2024-03-15 04:44:53 | 157.07 | 98.2% |
| 34512 | 2024-02-26 19:14:24 | 167.13 | 98.4% |
| 31658 | 2024-02-04 08:07:24 | 154.23 | 98.4% |
| 28757 | 2024-01-20 00:47:15 | 151.25 | 97.3% |
| 25961 | 2023-12-17 21:40:43 | 153.83 | 97.7% |
| 23122 | 2023-11-16 06:02:07 | 157.36 | 98.9% |
| 19484 | 2023-09-23 05:51:32 | 163.07 | 98.3% |
| 13788 | 2023-08-14 19:58:51 | 151.79 | 99% |
| 8784 | 2021-01-23 02:34:45 | 154.83 | 99% |
| 4343 | 2020-10-09 02:22:03 | 125.05 | 98% |