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 |
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38682 | 2020-11-24 20:10:43 | 117.32 | 98% |
23014 | 2020-07-11 11:58:27 | 110.47 | 98% |
16638 | 2020-06-05 21:22:47 | 109.53 | 97% |
9778 | 2020-03-11 18:12:28 | 84.31 | 95% |