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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17313 | 2021-01-18 01:26:16 | 100.07 | 98% |
| 16779 | 2020-04-02 20:57:06 | 93.16 | 99% |
| 14944 | 2019-10-08 23:53:05 | 92.41 | 99% |
| 13853 | 2019-08-10 04:13:03 | 85.20 | 97% |
| 12163 | 2019-06-06 23:46:33 | 75.40 | 98% |
| 11802 | 2019-05-25 07:50:54 | 77.40 | 98% |
| 5867 | 2018-09-11 04:43:56 | 95.00 | 98% |
| 5825 | 2018-09-06 00:37:16 | 79.51 | 97% |
| 2845 | 2018-04-18 02:51:20 | 92.56 | 98% |
| 2343 | 2018-03-23 01:25:07 | 87.28 | 98% |