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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46517 | 2019-03-30 04:22:48 | 129.42 | 98% |
| 39081 | 2019-01-09 19:33:18 | 123.70 | 98% |
| 33068 | 2017-12-09 04:06:19 | 103.12 | 96% |
| 31838 | 2017-08-26 01:23:18 | 112.59 | 97% |
| 30490 | 2017-08-18 14:07:25 | 82.82 | 97% |
| 29580 | 2017-08-12 04:19:03 | 89.07 | 96% |
| 26345 | 2017-07-27 13:08:25 | 88.47 | 96% |
| 26159 | 2017-07-26 09:17:04 | 80.16 | 95% |
| 21438 | 2017-07-11 20:16:58 | 78.85 | 96% |
| 20007 | 2017-07-09 18:23:36 | 91.25 | 97% |
| 19362 | 2017-07-08 20:32:44 | 85.62 | 96% |
| 18676 | 2017-07-08 06:25:16 | 85.39 | 97% |
| 16685 | 2017-07-05 02:50:16 | 83.93 | 97% |
| 14026 | 2017-06-26 16:28:52 | 91.27 | 96% |
| 12263 | 2017-06-22 12:46:55 | 96.14 | 97% |
| 12129 | 2017-06-21 11:35:22 | 93.49 | 97% |
| 8809 | 2017-06-07 13:11:43 | 103.51 | 99% |
| 8743 | 2017-06-07 11:26:23 | 90.74 | 98% |