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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6429 | 2020-05-11 03:09:03 | 67.61 | 95% |
| 6307 | 2020-04-05 23:34:24 | 68.75 | 95% |
| 5558 | 2020-01-14 04:43:34 | 67.32 | 94% |