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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22194 | 2022-10-30 14:12:28 | 112.06 | 98% |
| 22193 | 2022-10-30 14:10:31 | 123.02 | 98% |
| 22192 | 2022-10-30 14:08:51 | 122.87 | 98% |
| 22191 | 2022-10-30 14:07:35 | 113.38 | 98% |
| 22190 | 2022-10-30 14:06:29 | 128.50 | 99% |
| 21018 | 2022-10-29 04:36:24 | 158.57 | 99% |
| 21017 | 2022-10-29 04:35:34 | 143.38 | 97% |
| 21016 | 2022-10-29 04:34:41 | 133.45 | 98% |
| 21015 | 2022-10-29 04:33:43 | 139.78 | 99% |
| 21014 | 2022-10-29 04:32:48 | 138.78 | 98% |
| 9764 | 2020-12-11 22:24:30 | 139.95 | 99% |
| 9633 | 2020-12-08 22:24:10 | 149.39 | 99% |
| 8307 | 2020-10-21 00:06:54 | 158.15 | 100% |
| 8305 | 2020-10-20 23:20:15 | 135.69 | 99% |