Late in the afternoon of a day in the early part of last December I had ridden out from our lines in Ladysmith towards a certain position usually occupied by a Boer outpost, trusting by my going out deliberately and unarmed to get one of the men there to have a talk, just as one of the Lancers had a few days previously. For some time we had been on short rations of "copy" as well as food. I rode along the edge of an empty spruit, into the bed of which my spurs would have propelled my horse in the unlikely event of a shot being my first greeting.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2984 | 2019-03-20 06:41:34 | 70.97 | 96% |
| 2253 | 2019-01-29 14:10:32 | 75.12 | 96% |
| 2024 | 2019-01-15 15:15:13 | 67.44 | 96% |