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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5714 | 2020-07-29 13:36:59 | 83.34 | 97% |
| 3301 | 2020-05-09 18:43:22 | 70.74 | 97% |
| 801 | 2020-04-07 17:18:13 | 66.88 | 96% |