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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 63635 | 2020-10-09 13:12:07 | 66.33 | 97% |
| 62594 | 2020-05-20 14:48:13 | 69.33 | 97% |
| 58730 | 2019-11-09 14:01:06 | 77.53 | 98% |
| 58199 | 2019-10-12 01:25:33 | 70.95 | 98% |
| 56236 | 2019-05-22 13:41:20 | 72.05 | 98% |
| 52303 | 2019-01-26 13:52:39 | 72.80 | 98% |
| 47522 | 2018-07-15 10:40:17 | 74.69 | 98% |
| 45408 | 2018-05-12 15:44:09 | 72.75 | 98% |
| 45195 | 2018-05-09 12:35:00 | 68.09 | 97% |
| 40321 | 2017-11-14 13:38:16 | 66.65 | 97% |
| 37798 | 2017-09-18 14:06:10 | 67.16 | 97% |
| 35137 | 2017-07-25 16:04:05 | 65.39 | 96% |
| 26540 | 2017-03-18 09:27:41 | 68.70 | 98% |
| 22663 | 2017-02-04 08:18:20 | 60.26 | 95% |
| 22098 | 2017-01-28 15:07:52 | 60.07 | 93% |