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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24566 | 2024-02-06 21:13:05 | 116.62 | 97% |
| 24557 | 2024-02-06 17:40:07 | 111.78 | 97% |
| 24546 | 2024-02-06 17:30:15 | 113.02 | 97% |
| 23602 | 2023-09-11 07:06:35 | 110.17 | 98% |
| 18279 | 2022-12-15 21:59:24 | 110.19 | 99% |
| 15630 | 2022-04-20 10:08:30 | 104.91 | 97% |
| 13320 | 2021-12-19 21:28:28 | 86.34 | 97% |
| 10880 | 2021-02-23 04:39:40 | 100.65 | 97.3% |
| 10186 | 2021-01-11 18:07:26 | 108.53 | 98% |
| 8514 | 2020-10-18 23:08:09 | 107.41 | 98% |