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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17636 | 2019-01-15 15:14:55 | 82.61 | 99% |
| 17097 | 2018-11-15 20:15:48 | 74.39 | 98% |
| 16153 | 2018-08-07 01:42:58 | 82.85 | 98% |