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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 78429 | 2020-07-11 11:58:28 | 107.32 | 96% |
| 75828 | 2020-06-05 21:22:45 | 113.99 | 97% |
| 73571 | 2020-05-14 03:23:11 | 105.66 | 97% |
| 36291 | 2019-10-13 12:43:05 | 117.06 | 98% |
| 34149 | 2019-06-02 05:06:33 | 95.80 | 97% |
| 33409 | 2019-05-14 11:48:19 | 102.42 | 97% |