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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3676 | 2023-12-23 05:25:27 | 105.04 | 98.4% |
| 2287 | 2021-03-01 15:22:01 | 81.84 | 96.9% |
| 741 | 2020-12-02 01:52:57 | 70.12 | 96% |