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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5353 | 2018-12-14 21:13:39 | 60.68 | 95% |
| 2597 | 2018-11-20 02:13:24 | 67.36 | 95% |
| 2593 | 2018-11-20 02:07:38 | 69.35 | 95% |