George's voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as though he had said them many times before. 'Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.'
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8597 | 2020-12-18 21:38:04 | 208.59 | 99% |
| 8596 | 2020-12-18 21:34:29 | 192.30 | 99% |
| 3535 | 2020-08-27 17:00:11 | 150.47 | 98% |