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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5414 | 2024-02-28 23:49:02 | 65.65 | 97.5% |
| 3023 | 2023-02-20 19:45:53 | 60.11 | 97% |
| 200 | 2022-11-30 12:17:15 | 48.52 | 97% |