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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7035 | 2020-12-06 20:19:40 | 49.72 | 98% |
| 6425 | 2020-11-25 15:24:49 | 52.84 | 97% |
| 4880 | 2020-10-23 07:25:58 | 63.65 | 94% |
| 1159 | 2020-07-13 14:41:54 | 49.84 | 94% |