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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6220 | 2021-09-19 04:18:58 | 77.81 | 96% |
| 5845 | 2021-08-01 04:56:47 | 68.32 | 92% |
| 3205 | 2021-01-23 03:56:00 | 71.96 | 95% |
| 3033 | 2021-01-11 16:09:37 | 64.01 | 96% |