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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16991 | 2020-12-17 20:54:08 | 94.03 | 95% |
| 16528 | 2020-12-14 17:00:58 | 101.41 | 98% |
| 8143 | 2020-07-27 17:47:09 | 78.36 | 94% |
| 4866 | 2020-05-19 18:25:51 | 90.42 | 95% |