Late in the afternoon of a day in the early part of last December I had ridden out from our lines in Ladysmith towards a certain position usually occupied by a Boer outpost, trusting by my going out deliberately and unarmed to get one of the men there to have a talk, just as one of the Lancers had a few days previously. For some time we had been on short rations of "copy" as well as food. I rode along the edge of an empty spruit, into the bed of which my spurs would have propelled my horse in the unlikely event of a shot being my first greeting.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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41772 | 2020-06-16 10:26:09 | 115.71 | 98% |
41067 | 2020-06-14 14:43:29 | 112.62 | 98% |
40184 | 2020-05-10 05:18:01 | 98.03 | 98% |
37676 | 2020-04-20 01:04:38 | 87.74 | 97% |
34229 | 2020-03-26 04:31:44 | 100.72 | 97% |
31384 | 2020-03-09 14:01:53 | 106.52 | 97% |
31335 | 2020-03-09 13:10:09 | 106.10 | 97% |
28885 | 2020-02-26 19:53:42 | 100.22 | 98% |
25420 | 2020-01-06 12:06:37 | 116.02 | 98% |
23237 | 2019-09-24 01:03:11 | 94.61 | 98% |
17620 | 2019-07-21 18:40:48 | 69.53 | 96% |
12443 | 2019-05-13 17:10:38 | 86.96 | 97% |
6577 | 2019-03-23 08:39:40 | 70.32 | 96% |
2820 | 2018-12-29 08:19:47 | 77.42 | 95% |
2661 | 2018-12-28 15:52:14 | 64.90 | 96% |
2526 | 2018-12-28 12:31:45 | 71.46 | 96% |
1708 | 2018-03-01 12:11:33 | 71.60 | 96% |