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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2418 | 2024-04-13 00:32:01 | 77.03 | 96.4% |
| 1551 | 2023-05-12 09:40:45 | 71.67 | 96% |
| 120 | 2022-12-10 09:22:56 | 69.36 | 97% |