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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31507 | 2022-06-25 18:48:00 | 104.35 | 99% |
| 31494 | 2022-06-25 08:56:05 | 87.61 | 97% |
| 30319 | 2021-11-23 19:59:42 | 96.23 | 98% |
| 29521 | 2021-07-27 18:35:13 | 101.54 | 99% |
| 26904 | 2021-02-11 23:49:31 | 93.76 | 97.9% |
| 25902 | 2020-12-06 20:24:03 | 99.79 | 98% |
| 20167 | 2019-10-27 22:41:01 | 103.65 | 99% |
| 19284 | 2019-09-20 12:03:49 | 95.13 | 97% |
| 8728 | 2019-04-09 08:36:14 | 85.78 | 98% |
| 8266 | 2019-04-04 04:50:02 | 87.46 | 97% |
| 8060 | 2019-03-30 08:08:52 | 82.33 | 97% |
| 1164 | 2018-10-28 19:06:33 | 67.27 | 96% |
| 428 | 2018-10-16 15:35:56 | 65.25 | 96% |