I had a dream this afternoon while I slept off the booze. I dreamt that Alma came to me and said, "Poor Frost, you look tired and sad. Wouldn't you like to rest a while?" "Yes," I said. "I'll make you small as a little unborn child," she said. "You can climb into my womb and sleep in peace." So I did as she said and crept inside her womb and I slept there so soundly and peacefully, rocked to sleep as if in a cradle. Then I got smaller and smaller, until at last I was just a tiny seed, and then I was gone.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2555 | 2025-05-01 12:39:09 | 65.58 | 97.5% |
| 2464 | 2025-04-14 01:27:46 | 60.25 | 96.7% |
| 2418 | 2025-04-11 03:58:06 | 61.54 | 97.6% |
| 2145 | 2025-03-26 18:03:43 | 45.49 | 96% |
| 2094 | 2025-03-22 11:37:40 | 61.29 | 98.5% |
| 2027 | 2025-02-19 09:36:20 | 58.88 | 97.5% |
| 1123 | 2025-01-07 11:12:37 | 46.52 | 96.1% |
| 635 | 2024-12-23 02:44:44 | 47.39 | 97.8% |
| 546 | 2024-12-20 05:57:56 | 49.07 | 96.4% |