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 |
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48079 | 2020-09-03 20:07:07 | 125.37 | 97% |
39391 | 2019-06-19 20:46:46 | 113.42 | 95% |
37985 | 2019-06-01 15:54:59 | 111.08 | 96% |