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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2986 | 2023-08-15 17:47:01 | 61.36 | 95.9% |
| 2741 | 2023-08-14 18:54:05 | 62.19 | 97.3% |
| 1309 | 2023-08-06 07:18:34 | 53.69 | 95.3% |
| 1111 | 2023-08-04 16:45:52 | 54.56 | 96.7% |