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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14930 | 2019-09-21 04:32:01 | 151.40 | 100% |
| 11876 | 2019-02-03 02:00:11 | 149.98 | 99% |
| 8884 | 2018-09-23 23:44:52 | 135.98 | 99% |