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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7770 | 2024-03-09 14:10:54 | 109.95 | 98.1% |
| 7553 | 2023-10-30 10:40:37 | 103.85 | 98.2% |
| 6722 | 2023-07-20 12:05:00 | 91.08 | 97% |
| 144 | 2020-01-16 14:31:13 | 85.53 | 97% |