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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14435 | 2022-09-21 22:25:30 | 100.34 | 98% |
| 12694 | 2021-10-15 13:16:18 | 103.82 | 99% |
| 7855 | 2021-03-11 08:44:16 | 80.42 | 97% |
| 3903 | 2020-09-13 12:20:58 | 75.51 | 95% |
| 489 | 2020-06-30 22:11:54 | 69.55 | 96% |