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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21675 | 2017-10-11 13:28:44 | 81.60 | 97% |
| 20248 | 2017-09-25 13:33:11 | 80.03 | 99% |
| 17842 | 2017-07-31 15:25:04 | 76.91 | 97% |
| 17713 | 2017-07-28 16:02:12 | 79.04 | 97% |
| 16704 | 2017-06-28 05:39:56 | 77.81 | 98% |
| 15156 | 2017-05-31 15:53:22 | 71.97 | 94% |
| 15036 | 2017-05-28 14:52:04 | 79.90 | 97% |
| 12461 | 2017-04-15 13:40:49 | 66.18 | 89% |
| 12179 | 2017-04-12 12:44:12 | 81.59 | 96% |
| 11310 | 2017-04-03 04:33:38 | 70.43 | 93% |
| 9036 | 2017-02-11 13:38:03 | 85.81 | 98% |
| 8702 | 2017-02-03 15:35:43 | 65.51 | 91% |
| 8395 | 2017-01-31 04:20:17 | 69.19 | 94% |
| 7683 | 2017-01-22 15:13:40 | 65.18 | 88% |
| 7658 | 2017-01-22 13:44:05 | 75.74 | 96% |