Late in the afternoon of a day in the early part of last December I had ridden out from our lines in Ladysmith towards a certain position usually occupied by a Boer outpost, trusting by my going out deliberately and unarmed to get one of the men there to have a talk, just as one of the Lancers had a few days previously. For some time we had been on short rations of "copy" as well as food. I rode along the edge of an empty spruit, into the bed of which my spurs would have propelled my horse in the unlikely event of a shot being my first greeting.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 74080 | 2020-05-17 06:55:28 | 109.24 | 96% |
| 68639 | 2020-03-28 11:47:50 | 100.16 | 96% |
| 62039 | 2020-02-22 22:41:01 | 89.72 | 96% |
| 60221 | 2020-02-17 09:40:21 | 113.44 | 97% |
| 37751 | 2019-10-28 16:35:59 | 111.53 | 97% |
| 37426 | 2019-10-26 11:14:11 | 105.85 | 97% |
| 32204 | 2019-05-01 16:03:37 | 110.28 | 98% |
| 28274 | 2019-04-05 03:04:40 | 105.34 | 97% |
| 20355 | 2018-10-16 05:01:33 | 89.36 | 95% |
| 19442 | 2018-10-07 04:23:21 | 97.78 | 97% |
| 12958 | 2018-07-17 13:43:44 | 87.21 | 96% |
| 12140 | 2018-07-07 08:10:28 | 83.37 | 97% |
| 10704 | 2018-06-29 11:22:10 | 82.92 | 96% |
| 10089 | 2018-06-24 02:19:51 | 83.65 | 97% |