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 |
---|---|---|---|
51617 | 2020-12-18 10:52:30 | 142.71 | 97% |
51164 | 2020-11-06 09:51:13 | 165.58 | 99% |
50723 | 2020-09-21 01:34:52 | 153.23 | 99% |
50146 | 2020-09-01 14:07:06 | 137.25 | 98% |
49920 | 2020-03-15 05:46:58 | 158.76 | 99% |
48622 | 2020-03-04 21:44:09 | 134.49 | 97% |
48138 | 2020-03-03 10:30:31 | 148.04 | 98% |
47477 | 2020-01-27 10:04:49 | 134.21 | 98% |
46306 | 2019-12-17 17:31:17 | 131.18 | 99% |
42021 | 2019-08-20 12:31:08 | 140.73 | 98% |
35721 | 2019-05-11 17:18:04 | 150.82 | 99% |
32762 | 2019-02-13 18:39:09 | 163.39 | 100% |
31807 | 2019-01-12 21:11:56 | 149.57 | 99% |
30394 | 2018-09-22 06:36:16 | 131.00 | 100% |
21427 | 2017-07-25 14:45:45 | 127.61 | 98% |
19630 | 2017-07-06 04:21:19 | 114.00 | 99% |
15341 | 2017-03-04 03:54:33 | 110.09 | 92% |
14233 | 2017-02-22 04:37:59 | 101.45 | 93% |
10289 | 2017-01-20 01:13:26 | 95.47 | 87% |
10097 | 2017-01-19 15:24:28 | 118.31 | 97% |