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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26965 | 2020-10-28 21:53:46 | 88.99 | 96% |
| 22898 | 2020-09-06 23:49:05 | 83.94 | 97% |
| 16068 | 2020-05-29 02:10:31 | 80.98 | 96% |
| 14675 | 2020-05-13 22:48:50 | 79.02 | 95% |
| 7552 | 2020-03-22 04:11:57 | 82.40 | 96% |
| 2751 | 2019-12-26 02:13:27 | 77.13 | 96% |