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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58862 | 2020-11-28 05:13:21 | 104.34 | 99% |
| 54897 | 2019-12-30 06:22:24 | 112.45 | 98% |
| 54255 | 2019-11-30 05:46:26 | 97.28 | 97% |