I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1576 | 2022-12-20 18:20:44 | 48.69 | 95% |
| 1131 | 2022-03-06 07:02:14 | 45.94 | 95% |
| 925 | 2022-02-19 08:16:46 | 38.78 | 93% |
| 648 | 2022-02-11 21:21:40 | 42.51 | 96% |