Late in the afternoon of a day in the early part of last December I had ridden out from our lines in Ladysmith towards a certain position usually occupied by a Boer outpost, trusting by my going out deliberately and unarmed to get one of the men there to have a talk, just as one of the Lancers had a few days previously. For some time we had been on short rations of "copy" as well as food. I rode along the edge of an empty spruit, into the bed of which my spurs would have propelled my horse in the unlikely event of a shot being my first greeting.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10558 | 2020-08-28 11:11:08 | 90.48 | 96% |
| 8981 | 2020-05-04 17:32:30 | 100.32 | 98% |
| 1437 | 2019-02-02 14:15:14 | 86.06 | 97% |