From the time I was really little - maybe just a few months old - words were like sweet, liquid gifts, and I drank them like lemonade. I could almost taste them. They made my jumbled thoughts and feelings have substance. My parents have always blanketed me with conversation. They chattered and babbled. They verbalized and vocalized. My father sang to me. My mother whispered her strength into my ear.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18806 | 2018-02-22 05:10:14 | 73.34 | 99% |
| 18313 | 2018-02-20 05:17:43 | 82.91 | 99% |
| 15860 | 2018-01-08 11:50:21 | 68.69 | 97% |
| 15373 | 2018-01-03 02:05:50 | 70.56 | 98% |
| 15322 | 2018-01-03 00:49:15 | 67.90 | 98% |
| 13092 | 2017-07-01 10:07:32 | 69.30 | 98% |
| 12596 | 2017-06-21 09:18:05 | 64.30 | 96% |
| 11965 | 2017-05-23 19:58:36 | 62.94 | 95% |
| 9354 | 2017-05-16 07:32:40 | 56.62 | 91% |
| 6695 | 2017-02-24 06:59:57 | 50.92 | 91% |
| 5105 | 2017-02-13 09:37:07 | 48.81 | 93% |
| 4824 | 2017-02-11 07:16:04 | 54.52 | 96% |
| 1777 | 2017-01-22 05:51:54 | 54.23 | 94% |
| 1217 | 2017-01-20 05:54:56 | 53.41 | 93% |