I was born into, and stayed in, a church that claimed sinless perfection -- soaked in it, buried in it, strangled by it. But the only way -- The Only Way -- to believe they were sinless was to close my eyes to reality, and I did that very well until I was @ 15. Then incident by incident, very, very slowly, my eyes started opening. The only way to believe anyone is sinless is to continually fool one's self.
Yes, I keep Sabbath and follow Torah as much as I can in this time, as do all those with whom I attend services, but not one of them claims, at any time, to have sinless perfection. It was, in fact, they who taught me and helped to bring me to an understanding that broke down my own fake, self-reliant righteousness. And when the understanding finally hit me, I had to work to keep my seat, and some semblance of decorum, to keep from falling on the floor in a puddle of repentant horror upon seeing my repugnant unrighteous, self-righteous self.
While I know I am a sinner, I hoped I could at least get somewhere into your list, but the third item, especially, stopped me in my happy little trail.
I am still learning about sin -- and which sins are especially in my own little list of personal failings.
And I am not, by any stretch, a Hank Hanegraaff fan.