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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 89013 | 2020-10-25 09:46:22 | 124.94 | 98% |
| 74347 | 2019-08-30 06:32:00 | 102.25 | 97% |
| 69749 | 2019-04-22 06:16:30 | 106.29 | 97% |
| 65222 | 2019-02-20 03:43:20 | 107.55 | 98% |
| 59599 | 2018-12-03 07:24:16 | 111.86 | 98% |
| 59002 | 2018-11-26 08:02:32 | 113.15 | 98% |
| 49958 | 2018-04-23 04:51:54 | 111.79 | 98% |
| 43698 | 2017-11-30 05:57:26 | 103.92 | 97% |
| 35381 | 2017-08-09 07:06:59 | 112.02 | 98% |
| 29622 | 2017-05-07 12:27:53 | 101.76 | 94% |
| 29614 | 2017-05-07 05:11:41 | 100.63 | 96% |
| 26107 | 2017-03-20 21:59:14 | 108.92 | 96% |
| 23612 | 2017-02-10 07:26:12 | 98.13 | 94% |
| 23367 | 2017-02-06 10:19:52 | 94.34 | 95% |
| 23366 | 2017-02-06 10:16:20 | 91.23 | 95% |
| 23365 | 2017-02-06 10:15:10 | 77.50 | 89% |