I came into this world in the rough and ready year of 1923. It was a barbarous time, it was a bleak time, and it was an uncivilized time. My memories stretch back almost a hundred years and if I close my eyes, I can smell the poverty that oozes from the dusky tenement streets of my boyhood. I can taste on my lips the bread and drippings that I was served for my tea. I can remember extreme hunger and my parents' undying love for me.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3856 | 2020-03-14 15:34:52 | 82.09 | 98% |
3775 | 2020-02-29 02:17:26 | 79.79 | 97% |