What really counted was the possibility of escape, a leap of freedom, out of the implacable ritual, a wild run for it that would give whatever chance for hope there was. Of course, hope meant being cut down on some street corner, as you ran like mad, by a random bullet. But when I really thought it through, nothing was going to allow me such a luxury. Everything was against it; I would just be caught up in the machinery again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58464 | 2020-08-04 07:06:15 | 131.87 | 98% |
| 47223 | 2020-06-07 05:30:21 | 147.80 | 100% |
| 46701 | 2020-06-04 11:19:42 | 134.20 | 98% |
| 36897 | 2020-04-13 02:25:35 | 115.23 | 98% |
| 33772 | 2020-03-28 01:28:47 | 106.96 | 96% |
| 31591 | 2020-03-07 06:59:23 | 120.10 | 97% |
| 26160 | 2020-01-01 08:32:19 | 139.81 | 99% |
| 22522 | 2019-11-26 13:27:57 | 103.96 | 96% |
| 20986 | 2019-11-09 04:25:03 | 127.65 | 97% |
| 17653 | 2019-10-06 03:06:10 | 102.82 | 98% |
| 12807 | 2019-08-03 09:56:11 | 83.97 | 96% |
| 12197 | 2019-07-20 14:34:50 | 54.67 | 99% |
| 11688 | 2019-07-13 13:56:23 | 121.20 | 98% |
| 8112 | 2019-05-06 13:26:49 | 54.39 | 95% |