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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54564 | 2020-10-25 05:38:36 | 104.88 | 98% |
| 50873 | 2020-05-30 02:54:59 | 99.53 | 98% |
| 44456 | 2019-09-30 04:58:01 | 98.67 | 98% |
| 38488 | 2019-03-29 21:19:36 | 107.32 | 100% |
| 37759 | 2019-03-12 19:50:08 | 92.33 | 98% |
| 37432 | 2019-03-05 00:29:19 | 100.15 | 98% |
| 34436 | 2018-12-30 11:17:35 | 101.35 | 98% |
| 30718 | 2018-12-19 12:22:59 | 94.16 | 97% |
| 27574 | 2018-12-10 10:51:54 | 95.63 | 97% |
| 25313 | 2018-11-20 01:21:21 | 92.64 | 97% |
| 18488 | 2018-08-21 22:29:59 | 82.33 | 97% |
| 18038 | 2018-08-14 03:20:09 | 82.73 | 98% |
| 15692 | 2018-06-25 21:37:45 | 84.30 | 98% |
| 14798 | 2018-06-10 19:42:03 | 87.08 | 98% |
| 10466 | 2018-03-15 23:35:26 | 69.30 | 97% |
| 8243 | 2018-02-13 02:02:08 | 72.41 | 97% |
| 6604 | 2018-01-21 05:23:05 | 64.31 | 97% |
| 2987 | 2017-12-07 21:16:07 | 55.69 | 97% |