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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6347 | 2024-01-09 23:00:06 | 96.05 | 96.8% |
| 4108 | 2021-12-20 23:09:06 | 94.53 | 97% |
| 1146 | 2018-09-08 02:56:55 | 89.14 | 98% |