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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 76477 | 2020-10-24 15:06:23 | 99.21 | 98% |
| 75055 | 2020-08-27 00:59:19 | 85.09 | 97% |
| 71252 | 2020-06-01 11:06:18 | 91.39 | 95% |
| 63861 | 2019-11-26 18:49:54 | 97.49 | 97% |
| 56135 | 2019-05-31 18:56:27 | 83.89 | 95% |