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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8996 | 2024-02-08 02:27:37 | 150.55 | 98% |