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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4851 | 2025-01-13 17:35:40 | 96.61 | 98.4% |
| 3107 | 2022-05-06 23:25:48 | 86.20 | 96% |
| 1489 | 2021-06-04 23:37:21 | 76.97 | 95% |
| 874 | 2021-03-10 05:54:51 | 82.91 | 98% |