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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 291077 | 2020-12-04 11:29:36 | 156.24 | 98% |
| 289778 | 2019-03-17 23:06:51 | 144.70 | 98% |
| 284831 | 2019-03-04 04:36:01 | 149.56 | 97% |
| 284830 | 2019-03-04 04:35:10 | 160.38 | 98% |
| 282434 | 2019-02-26 03:40:13 | 165.43 | 97% |
| 280116 | 2019-01-17 19:28:37 | 165.45 | 99% |
| 277577 | 2019-01-06 03:41:42 | 148.23 | 97% |
| 261191 | 2018-09-30 05:55:23 | 153.65 | 97% |
| 260405 | 2018-09-27 22:19:25 | 131.34 | 96% |
| 252188 | 2018-09-06 04:08:04 | 139.42 | 96% |
| 243967 | 2018-08-26 02:04:16 | 137.60 | 97% |
| 242139 | 2018-08-23 06:57:13 | 150.95 | 97% |
| 231744 | 2018-04-20 23:13:05 | 169.62 | 99% |