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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47849 | 2020-04-08 23:56:44 | 170.62 | 99% |
| 43248 | 2020-03-20 17:05:54 | 145.65 | 98% |
| 40461 | 2020-03-10 22:39:41 | 138.56 | 98% |
| 32407 | 2019-09-14 21:43:15 | 155.31 | 99% |
| 14638 | 2019-06-01 15:54:48 | 141.48 | 98% |