Late in the afternoon of a day in the early part of last December I had ridden out from our lines in Ladysmith towards a certain position usually occupied by a Boer outpost, trusting by my going out deliberately and unarmed to get one of the men there to have a talk, just as one of the Lancers had a few days previously. For some time we had been on short rations of "copy" as well as food. I rode along the edge of an empty spruit, into the bed of which my spurs would have propelled my horse in the unlikely event of a shot being my first greeting.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10987 | 2019-10-03 17:51:36 | 99.11 | 98% |
| 7524 | 2019-05-03 17:27:25 | 95.76 | 96% |
| 6990 | 2019-04-17 15:19:40 | 107.74 | 98% |