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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9128 | 2019-10-18 04:00:56 | 126.34 | 99% |
| 9109 | 2019-10-18 02:30:24 | 121.41 | 99% |
| 2363 | 2019-05-20 10:49:25 | 90.58 | 98% |