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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20099 | 2022-01-15 15:37:25 | 71.30 | 98% |
| 17383 | 2021-04-01 00:25:07 | 61.30 | 97% |
| 12023 | 2020-09-30 16:29:52 | 70.91 | 99% |
| 7621 | 2019-06-05 19:20:25 | 66.39 | 99% |