Late in the afternoon of a day in the early part of last December I had ridden out from our lines in Ladysmith towards a certain position usually occupied by a Boer outpost, trusting by my going out deliberately and unarmed to get one of the men there to have a talk, just as one of the Lancers had a few days previously. For some time we had been on short rations of "copy" as well as food. I rode along the edge of an empty spruit, into the bed of which my spurs would have propelled my horse in the unlikely event of a shot being my first greeting.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9708 | 2020-09-05 21:25:35 | 120.61 | 99% |
| 9254 | 2020-08-31 23:59:24 | 125.72 | 97% |
| 1491 | 2020-05-24 03:35:00 | 104.61 | 98% |