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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26294 | 2022-12-08 00:21:33 | 163.13 | 99% |
| 25529 | 2022-10-07 14:17:10 | 161.24 | 98% |
| 18645 | 2021-07-27 22:29:08 | 147.34 | 98% |
| 18610 | 2021-07-27 16:48:51 | 143.29 | 98% |
| 17301 | 2021-06-05 19:26:51 | 161.37 | 99% |
| 15057 | 2020-10-26 15:43:10 | 146.98 | 98% |
| 14228 | 2020-08-24 19:53:22 | 155.82 | 99% |
| 12649 | 2020-04-22 02:50:01 | 165.09 | 99% |
| 10770 | 2019-08-15 15:55:42 | 142.59 | 98% |
| 8793 | 2019-04-21 16:24:06 | 161.94 | 99% |
| 3885 | 2018-02-17 22:11:38 | 144.26 | 98% |