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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5897 | 2023-02-27 22:31:34 | 184.90 | 98% |
| 5896 | 2023-02-27 22:30:20 | 179.70 | 98% |
| 2421 | 2021-05-20 18:57:10 | 180.60 | 99% |