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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5956 | 2023-11-09 07:12:36 | 104.43 | 97.5% |
| 5795 | 2023-10-29 14:06:41 | 89.61 | 96.9% |
| 5443 | 2023-09-20 13:33:18 | 115.62 | 98% |
| 4086 | 2017-03-23 06:40:59 | 103.19 | 92% |