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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8312 | 2020-06-17 17:53:41 | 121.27 | 97% |
| 6091 | 2019-06-21 01:23:21 | 124.67 | 98% |
| 5833 | 2019-06-17 11:59:51 | 114.09 | 96% |