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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25476 | 2020-12-15 16:31:30 | 92.44 | 98% |
| 23924 | 2020-06-08 15:51:28 | 109.04 | 99% |
| 23005 | 2020-04-14 09:12:18 | 108.70 | 100% |