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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23045 | 2024-01-08 12:33:35 | 176.14 | 98.6% |
| 19984 | 2023-07-16 07:55:29 | 178.42 | 100% |
| 19773 | 2023-07-07 21:50:53 | 167.48 | 98% |
| 18743 | 2023-06-14 22:27:05 | 184.80 | 99% |
| 17323 | 2023-03-22 01:36:43 | 159.50 | 98% |
| 13583 | 2022-06-24 06:47:14 | 178.50 | 100% |
| 8688 | 2021-09-09 03:05:15 | 152.98 | 98% |
| 2019 | 2021-02-13 07:27:39 | 156.45 | 99.3% |
| 346 | 2020-06-03 07:32:18 | 148.68 | 98% |