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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25867 | 2020-11-27 06:53:45 | 117.78 | 98% |
| 24044 | 2020-10-29 02:25:02 | 104.84 | 97% |
| 19546 | 2020-08-02 07:14:36 | 97.18 | 97% |
| 17827 | 2020-07-15 07:58:51 | 104.27 | 97% |
| 9962 | 2020-02-29 02:17:18 | 91.33 | 97% |