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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30217 | 2020-03-28 14:37:52 | 80.57 | 98% |
| 29477 | 2020-02-25 17:35:01 | 67.51 | 98% |
| 25249 | 2019-10-02 17:33:48 | 64.16 | 97% |
| 24822 | 2019-09-29 08:19:47 | 68.78 | 97% |
| 18418 | 2018-05-15 17:56:15 | 80.18 | 99% |
| 15673 | 2017-12-06 18:33:12 | 61.28 | 96% |
| 14715 | 2017-10-30 06:41:22 | 70.87 | 99% |
| 14658 | 2017-10-27 11:38:39 | 70.07 | 99% |
| 14150 | 2017-10-23 10:26:43 | 67.94 | 98% |
| 9624 | 2017-06-19 07:03:08 | 56.62 | 95% |
| 9597 | 2017-06-18 22:00:21 | 61.60 | 98% |
| 9214 | 2017-06-12 19:40:28 | 68.64 | 98% |
| 9206 | 2017-06-12 19:31:58 | 67.85 | 98% |
| 7379 | 2017-04-08 10:02:10 | 65.02 | 96% |
| 6874 | 2017-03-28 14:09:16 | 58.25 | 96% |
| 6326 | 2017-03-20 14:33:00 | 62.38 | 95% |
| 6038 | 2017-03-06 06:41:56 | 58.79 | 95% |