Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle from the ice behind the panelling, not a drip from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar, not the idle swinging of an empty store-house door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with softening influence, and gave a freer passage to his tears.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2567 | 2024-04-02 23:52:30 | 88.75 | 95.7% |