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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10479 | 2020-07-10 07:14:05 | 78.47 | 99% |
| 9781 | 2020-06-21 11:02:41 | 74.12 | 98% |
| 8372 | 2020-05-28 07:13:34 | 77.12 | 99% |
| 6122 | 2019-06-03 03:30:13 | 61.21 | 96% |