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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 56824 | 2020-04-13 02:25:41 | 101.67 | 98% |
| 46288 | 2019-01-31 01:01:20 | 118.22 | 99% |
| 35816 | 2018-07-28 23:46:29 | 111.67 | 98% |
| 33735 | 2018-06-24 21:44:50 | 109.17 | 98% |
| 31377 | 2018-04-17 02:52:03 | 105.24 | 97% |
| 24684 | 2017-11-02 07:21:52 | 103.28 | 97% |
| 24513 | 2017-10-28 03:20:43 | 116.35 | 99% |
| 23536 | 2017-09-30 00:52:14 | 111.52 | 99% |
| 20560 | 2017-07-27 02:47:17 | 96.86 | 97% |
| 20284 | 2017-07-22 02:04:51 | 117.27 | 99% |
| 19457 | 2017-07-04 21:15:38 | 95.64 | 97% |
| 18762 | 2017-06-19 02:51:03 | 107.44 | 99% |
| 16032 | 2017-04-22 06:34:23 | 101.29 | 98% |
| 15139 | 2017-04-05 05:54:10 | 99.54 | 93% |
| 14769 | 2017-03-30 19:50:34 | 104.21 | 97% |
| 14551 | 2017-03-27 20:24:47 | 104.39 | 98% |
| 12935 | 2017-02-10 01:42:56 | 108.61 | 98% |
| 12473 | 2017-01-23 22:36:02 | 101.03 | 96% |