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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3149 | 2020-05-24 19:00:36 | 81.24 | 97% |
| 3088 | 2020-05-23 23:06:33 | 91.34 | 96% |
| 2579 | 2020-04-27 21:47:47 | 94.08 | 96% |