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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14672 | 2020-11-06 03:43:29 | 113.36 | 99% |
| 12557 | 2020-05-13 06:47:22 | 95.87 | 98% |
| 8223 | 2019-11-29 03:11:51 | 100.30 | 98% |