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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8484 | 2019-12-25 16:54:16 | 83.76 | 96% |
| 6017 | 2019-10-10 14:08:16 | 78.20 | 96% |
| 3316 | 2019-09-07 11:50:39 | 80.55 | 98% |