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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9546 | 2020-11-27 14:59:19 | 83.33 | 98% |
| 9104 | 2020-10-06 15:29:10 | 73.57 | 98% |
| 3895 | 2019-10-26 03:10:24 | 69.75 | 96% |