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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30790 | 2020-10-09 14:23:18 | 146.51 | 98% |
| 19929 | 2018-09-06 04:08:09 | 128.12 | 98% |
| 19337 | 2018-08-18 23:42:15 | 127.22 | 99% |