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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3517 | 2019-08-23 18:25:26 | 86.72 | 98% |
| 2765 | 2019-07-30 17:29:14 | 75.45 | 96% |
| 2056 | 2019-07-12 19:30:05 | 82.22 | 97% |
| 1769 | 2019-07-08 18:51:14 | 79.25 | 96% |