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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18051 | 2020-12-18 09:27:05 | 102.86 | 97% |
| 16295 | 2020-12-12 09:02:17 | 89.26 | 96% |
| 8133 | 2019-09-03 07:17:22 | 90.99 | 97% |