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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10623 | 2020-12-05 18:44:08 | 64.37 | 96% |
| 4805 | 2020-08-05 12:50:57 | 70.11 | 97% |
| 4325 | 2020-07-30 18:24:21 | 60.26 | 96% |
| 3616 | 2020-07-18 07:18:40 | 67.73 | 97% |