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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7372 | 2020-12-19 12:16:31 | 68.02 | 96% |
| 6391 | 2020-11-14 10:31:33 | 74.72 | 97% |
| 448 | 2020-06-08 03:17:54 | 73.68 | 98% |