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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6472 | 2022-09-22 08:04:12 | 81.63 | 98% |
| 4780 | 2022-04-11 09:56:43 | 86.49 | 100% |
| 3991 | 2021-12-10 14:55:32 | 72.00 | 96% |
| 3115 | 2021-10-16 15:22:58 | 78.04 | 98% |