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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4165 | 2022-01-24 05:01:13 | 103.38 | 98% |
| 2811 | 2019-04-22 13:48:38 | 68.36 | 96% |
| 2444 | 2019-03-17 12:13:14 | 87.90 | 97% |
| 1609 | 2019-01-01 18:26:50 | 85.97 | 98% |