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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8105 | 2020-09-04 12:46:26 | 101.73 | 99% |
| 5535 | 2020-02-20 02:52:20 | 100.93 | 98% |
| 731 | 2019-09-02 17:58:40 | 83.69 | 97% |