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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1751 | 2022-07-01 08:22:26 | 89.16 | 98% |
| 1426 | 2022-05-14 05:09:27 | 82.07 | 97% |
| 1139 | 2022-04-24 17:30:33 | 91.73 | 99% |
| 19 | 2021-09-29 04:02:48 | 59.52 | 96% |