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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6443 | 2023-09-25 09:06:39 | 92.22 | 96.2% |
| 6215 | 2023-09-16 09:30:04 | 87.64 | 97% |
| 4836 | 2023-03-14 07:42:17 | 89.97 | 97% |
| 4633 | 2022-12-18 06:15:18 | 78.78 | 95% |