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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81575 | 2020-12-19 13:09:45 | 136.78 | 99% |
| 74613 | 2020-01-28 14:38:42 | 118.21 | 98% |
| 71070 | 2019-05-12 00:08:33 | 105.44 | 96% |
| 71051 | 2019-05-10 23:45:03 | 128.58 | 99% |