Mom died when I was three, and I suppose Dad did the best he could. Instead of Mother Goose, I was put to bed at night to stories of Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, and the great Shoeless Joe Jackson. Dad was a Yankees fan then, so of course I rooted for Brooklyn. But in '58, the Dodgers moved away, so we had to find other things to fight about. We did. And when it came time to go to college, I picked the farthest one from home I could find. This of course drove him right up the wall, which I suppose was the point.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38574 | 2020-08-11 16:12:59 | 137.68 | 99% |
| 37949 | 2020-07-13 12:39:36 | 124.22 | 97% |
| 37797 | 2020-07-08 13:19:13 | 143.86 | 99% |
| 32282 | 2019-12-14 15:08:06 | 124.74 | 98% |
| 23529 | 2019-05-12 11:57:30 | 134.60 | 98% |
| 17260 | 2019-03-12 21:49:22 | 130.51 | 98% |
| 1888 | 2018-08-28 16:24:47 | 118.60 | 97% |