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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11153 | 2020-12-19 21:57:23 | 121.66 | 98% |
| 9247 | 2020-09-05 01:23:24 | 110.51 | 98% |
| 6610 | 2020-07-28 03:27:34 | 109.53 | 97% |
| 3652 | 2020-06-18 22:09:16 | 106.36 | 98% |