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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2024-07-18 13:02:30 | 49.23 | 97.3% |
| 683 | 2024-05-25 05:19:28 | 50.24 | 98.3% |