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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 82824 | 2019-09-11 17:25:49 | 98.77 | 97% |
| 77452 | 2019-06-17 14:33:42 | 97.65 | 97% |
| 69425 | 2019-01-23 22:47:50 | 108.52 | 98% |
| 68159 | 2019-01-11 01:41:11 | 105.01 | 98% |
| 65371 | 2018-11-16 18:47:40 | 100.03 | 97% |
| 62248 | 2018-09-07 06:35:14 | 103.84 | 97% |
| 56478 | 2018-05-08 23:50:05 | 106.12 | 98% |
| 48182 | 2017-12-04 23:06:15 | 88.76 | 97% |
| 39426 | 2017-05-31 21:02:15 | 106.76 | 97% |
| 36732 | 2017-04-08 21:11:05 | 82.86 | 91% |
| 36586 | 2017-04-04 23:26:21 | 94.90 | 95% |
| 36094 | 2017-03-23 23:54:24 | 97.09 | 94% |
| 36074 | 2017-03-23 20:30:26 | 83.93 | 91% |
| 34452 | 2017-02-06 22:58:32 | 92.41 | 96% |
| 34151 | 2017-01-28 14:00:57 | 92.37 | 96% |