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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 85181 | 2021-09-11 02:35:27 | 121.80 | 98% |
| 75824 | 2020-06-05 21:17:30 | 114.08 | 97% |
| 68438 | 2020-03-27 13:43:38 | 126.51 | 100% |
| 59319 | 2020-02-11 11:59:07 | 122.21 | 98% |
| 51575 | 2020-01-09 17:50:24 | 102.92 | 96% |
| 28149 | 2019-04-04 12:25:01 | 105.52 | 97% |
| 28148 | 2019-04-04 12:24:09 | 110.85 | 98% |
| 28147 | 2019-04-04 12:23:07 | 110.55 | 98% |
| 27882 | 2019-04-03 01:41:01 | 112.65 | 98% |
| 9709 | 2018-06-19 12:57:42 | 84.19 | 94% |
| 2841 | 2018-01-01 10:07:09 | 86.82 | 97% |