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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11873 | 2020-10-06 02:58:02 | 93.08 | 99% |
| 7488 | 2020-04-17 02:48:32 | 88.81 | 98% |
| 1920 | 2019-11-16 19:26:31 | 79.84 | 98% |