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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20990 | 2020-09-29 13:25:38 | 82.01 | 97% |
| 19737 | 2020-08-07 13:20:14 | 85.23 | 97% |
| 17405 | 2020-05-19 12:19:54 | 77.53 | 97% |
| 13307 | 2019-12-08 10:09:59 | 80.88 | 97% |
| 9716 | 2019-08-22 18:58:51 | 77.50 | 97% |
| 3346 | 2019-05-15 11:17:31 | 66.39 | 97% |