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 |
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2659 | 2020-06-14 22:35:44 | 86.84 | 98% |
295 | 2020-01-06 13:59:40 | 73.33 | 97% |