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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25794 | 2020-11-24 17:23:59 | 79.06 | 99% |
| 24407 | 2019-08-15 18:44:46 | 77.02 | 100% |
| 22764 | 2019-06-23 12:53:16 | 74.41 | 99% |
| 22453 | 2019-06-19 14:37:10 | 74.45 | 100% |