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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12290 | 2020-05-08 23:11:47 | 80.75 | 96% |
| 11001 | 2020-03-26 23:47:37 | 77.09 | 96% |
| 7109 | 2020-02-01 01:28:01 | 79.77 | 97% |
| 4636 | 2020-01-02 01:31:57 | 70.08 | 97% |
| 3859 | 2019-12-21 02:47:11 | 76.52 | 97% |
| 1867 | 2019-11-02 15:02:58 | 65.85 | 96% |
| 765 | 2019-09-30 19:06:48 | 67.62 | 96% |
| 415 | 2019-09-26 09:47:50 | 69.28 | 97% |