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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67063 | 2020-10-16 19:33:59 | 112.12 | 98% |
| 66861 | 2020-10-07 00:00:11 | 114.52 | 98% |
| 60358 | 2019-12-21 23:51:32 | 105.21 | 98% |
| 59710 | 2019-12-05 01:23:36 | 102.72 | 98% |
| 51613 | 2019-05-12 00:08:35 | 101.61 | 98% |