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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43080 | 2020-08-07 07:03:37 | 70.58 | 96% |
| 16898 | 2019-07-12 19:30:03 | 85.12 | 97% |
| 15265 | 2019-07-01 04:59:59 | 84.23 | 96% |