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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6726 | 2020-11-28 23:08:12 | 104.58 | 97% |
| 2452 | 2020-04-20 20:32:05 | 104.43 | 98% |
| 560 | 2019-12-19 00:45:12 | 99.10 | 97% |