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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17800 | 2023-09-11 20:01:30 | 162.29 | 100% |
| 11837 | 2021-05-29 18:28:04 | 120.84 | 98% |
| 4544 | 2021-03-15 19:19:54 | 117.18 | 99% |
| 3943 | 2021-03-12 01:41:09 | 122.79 | 99% |
| 2159 | 2021-02-27 18:25:56 | 114.67 | 97.1% |