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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36460 | 2020-05-02 13:25:37 | 121.43 | 97% |
| 34101 | 2020-02-05 20:07:21 | 125.36 | 99% |
| 30498 | 2019-09-28 09:53:49 | 154.68 | 99% |
| 28569 | 2019-07-29 23:56:23 | 145.94 | 99% |
| 23472 | 2019-05-11 14:41:19 | 136.68 | 98% |
| 22010 | 2019-04-23 12:54:22 | 136.97 | 98% |