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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4654 | 2020-11-04 20:59:38 | 83.31 | 97% |
| 3367 | 2020-10-06 06:47:49 | 74.22 | 97% |
| 2857 | 2020-09-29 16:10:07 | 72.46 | 94% |
| 935 | 2020-08-20 21:37:00 | 80.69 | 96% |
| 399 | 2020-08-14 20:28:41 | 74.56 | 95% |