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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16242 | 2018-08-22 06:47:46 | 140.70 | 98% |
| 14060 | 2018-05-08 07:39:07 | 149.88 | 99% |
| 12851 | 2018-04-21 10:48:22 | 143.98 | 98% |