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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10336 | 2020-09-06 20:31:39 | 90.32 | 98% |
| 9522 | 2020-06-07 21:55:56 | 95.24 | 98% |
| 7066 | 2020-04-01 19:03:10 | 96.40 | 99% |
| 6181 | 2020-03-16 02:24:09 | 87.60 | 98% |
| 3992 | 2019-12-26 17:10:06 | 82.11 | 98% |