This morning one woke me by crawling over my face & attempting to feed from my nostril. Truly, it was six inches long! I was possessed of a violent urge to kill the giant bug, but in my cramped, gloomy cabin it had the advantage. I complained to Finbar, who urged me to pay a dollar for a specially trained "roach rat." Later, doubtless, he will want to sell me a "rat cat" to subdue the roach fat, then I will need a cat hound & who knows where it will end?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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| 1000183 | 2024-01-15 01:15:41 | 145.96 | 98.6% |