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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12983 | 2020-10-11 09:44:46 | 94.23 | 96% |
| 5538 | 2019-12-14 12:50:42 | 68.00 | 94% |
| 5351 | 2019-12-12 11:09:06 | 80.61 | 95% |